America: The neighbor's wife is so incredibly hospitable!

"That's really great." Chen An commented expressionlessly, looking at the murky water.

"It has a very post-apocalyptic wasteland feel."

Even without a cheat code, life still goes on.

He pulled out a pair of seemingly new high-top rubber rain boots from the dusty storeroom.

This is one of the few good things George left behind.

After putting them on, I felt that the size was a little big.

But this doesn't prevent it from being bitten by some unknown venomous snake in the wild.

Since we've decided to go mushroom picking to make money, we need to be fully prepared.

Chen An rummaged through drawers and cabinets and found a small woven rattan basket and a folding knife for cutting mushroom stems.

He thought for a moment, then slung the double-barreled shotgun he had used the night before over his shoulder.

Two 12-gauge buckshot rounds, though inaccurate at long range.

But at close range, he's enough to calm down any wild beast or person with ill intentions and make them listen to his reasoning.

Just as Chen An was organizing his equipment, a familiar engine roar came from outside.

That was a sound unique to that Ford Pickup, a sound as if it were coughing up its lungs.

Chen An's lips curled up slightly.

That "good neighbor" has arrived.

He didn't go out immediately, but quickly scratched his hair a couple of times in front of the dusty mirror.

This made his black hair appear even more fluffy and messy, creating a sense of languidness and vulnerability, as if he had just woken up.

Then, he opened the wooden door.

The morning sunlight slanted in, carrying a hint of crisp mist.

Sarah was standing at the bottom of the steps.

Even on a cool morning, this enthusiastic farm woman was dressed very lightly.

She changed into a tight-fitting gray cotton T-shirt and casually draped a knitted cardigan over it.

Below is a pair of dark yoga pants that perfectly accentuate the voluptuous curves of an overfed woman.

Yoga pants.

It must be said that this is truly one of the greatest inventions in human history.

Especially when worn by a mature woman who often does farm work and has firm and large hip and leg muscles.

Sarah was carrying a huge glass jar filled with a milky white liquid.

Good morning.

Sarah's face lit up with a bright smile when she saw Chen An come out.

The morning light shone on her golden hair, making her look like some kind of harvest goddess.

"How did you sleep last night? I heard the water pipes in the old house making a hissing sound; is there no hot water?"

Chen An gave a wry smile, walked down the steps, and naturally reached out to take the milk jug from her hand:

Good morning, Sarah.

"Are you a prophet? The water heater really is broken. I feel like a frozen fish just taken out of the freezer."

When he was taking the milk jug, his fingers "accidentally" wrapped around Sarah's hand.

The morning air was cool, and Chen An's hands were also cold, but Sarah's hands were burning hot.

Sarah's hand trembled slightly, but she didn't flinch.

She raised her head slightly, and Chen An's height of 1.82 meters allowed him to look down slightly at his plump neighbor.

From this angle, coupled with her slightly open neckline...

That was a sight so beautiful it made you forget the cold of Montana.

"Oh, poor child." Sarah's eyes shone with overflowing maternal love and tenderness, and she did not pull her hand away.

Instead, she used her other hand to straighten the crooked button on Chen An's collar.

"You wait here, I'll have that bastard bring his toolbox over in a bit."

"Although he's a good-for-nothing, he can still do rough work like repairing pipes."

"That would be too much trouble for you," Chen An said softly, his eyes sincere and clear.

"I don't want to cause you any trouble, especially... I don't want Mr. Tom to misunderstand."

"Misunderstand?"

Sarah looked at him as if she'd heard a joke, and curled her lip in disdain.

He leaned even closer, and the scent of milk mixed with the fragrance of freshly showered body wash instantly enveloped Chen An.

"He drank until 2 a.m. yesterday and is now sleeping like a log."

"Even if I stay here all day, he won't notice."

The implications in this sentence are so strong they're practically overflowing.

But Chen An knew that too much of a good thing is bad.

Sarah is now only suffering from an unhappy marriage and loneliness.

He developed feelings of attraction and physical attraction towards his new, young, and handsome neighbor.

Being too hasty will only disrupt this delicate tension.

It should be like fishing.

It needs to be pulled.

Chen An took a step back at the opportune moment and shook the milk can.

A bright smile spread across her face as she changed the subject: "Did you just squeeze this out?"

"Hmm, it hasn't been pasteurized yet, so it has the purest flavor."

Sarah withdrew that aggressive look from her eyes.

Looking at the hunting rifle and attire behind Chen An, he was somewhat surprised.

"Wait, where are you going so early in the morning, all bundled up?"

"This is not the kind of thing a young master who has just inherited an estate should do."

"Let's go for a walk in the mountains," Chen An said, pointing to the forest behind them.

"I saw a notice saying that it's morel mushroom harvest season now."

"You know I have $20,000 in bills to pay. I can't be kicked out before I've even started enjoying the American Dream, can I?"

Sarah paused for a moment, then a worried look appeared on her face.

"Ann, listen." She became serious, crossing her arms, a gesture that made her already taut T-shirt even more precarious.

"There are not only mushrooms there. There are also black bears, and even cougars."

"George lost a leg in those woods before, I mean, he almost lost it."

"I'll be careful," Chen An patted the butt of his gun. "I have this."

"Moreover, I studied botany in college, so I know where the mushrooms are the plumpest."

Sarah looked at the big boy in front of her.

He looked so thin and quiet, but his tone of voice was unusually firm and steady.

This contrast made her long-dormant heart beat a few beats faster.

Is this the charm of a young man?

Full of vitality and hope, unlike the mess at home.

"Well, stubborn little cowgirl," Sarah sighed.

He took a sandwich wrapped in plastic wrap out of his pocket and put it into Chen An's wicker basket.

"Take this with you. If you don't come back by noon, I'll... I'll have to decide whether to call the police or go collect your body."

"What if I return with a full load?" Chen An asked meaningfully, looking into her eyes.

Sarah raised an eyebrow, her red lips curving slightly into a captivating smile:

"If you can actually find those valuable things, come to my house tonight."

"I'll bake you the best beef pie as a reward, and I'll also let you... take a hot bath."

This "hot bath" doesn't sound so simple.

It's a deal.

Chen An smiled and nodded, watching Sarah sway her hips as she walked back to the car.

Then he turned around and strode towards the forest behind the farm.