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

Dinner time.

Perhaps it was because of the medicinal oil, or perhaps Chen Anxun had made him behave.

Jessica was quiet while eating, only occasionally stealing a glance at Chen An's hands.

It's hard to imagine that these same hands, which mine hundreds of millions of dollars worth of minerals during the day, can also keep her completely under their thumb at night.

"This weekend is the Whitefish Fall Harvest Carnival."

Sarah said as she cut her steak, her tone tinged with anticipation.

"There will be parades and markets in town."

"Katie texted us today saying we absolutely have to come because her booth needs... uh, needs some kind of person to keep things in order."

"Go if you want to."

Chen An took a sip of red wine. "Everyone has been very tired these past few days, it's good to relax a bit."

"And I also promised Katie I would go and see her."

"I want to go too!" Jessica immediately raised her hand. "I'm practically moldy from staying at home all the time! And I heard there will be lots of young people!"

"You can go."

Chen An glanced at her. "On the condition that the work is finished by tomorrow morning."

"Also, regarding that $10,000 debt, I'll deduct a portion from your commission if you help us sell wasabi at the market."

"Damn capitalists..." Jessica muttered under her breath, but a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.

Could this be considered a... date? The kind where the whole family goes?

………………

late at night.

Jessica lay on the bed on the first floor, the smell of the medicinal wine still lingering on her body.

It's very quiet upstairs tonight.

Perhaps because she was too tired from mining during the day, the tyrant didn't torment her mother tonight.

Jessica turned over and looked at the moon outside the window.

For some reason, ever since Chen An popped her blisters and massaged her shoulders, she developed a strange dependence on that kind of rough contact.

That feeling... was very reassuring.

Compared to the sweet-talking gigolos she met in Seattle who would run away when things got tough, she was much better off.

Chen An's "get straight to the point" style is exactly what she likes.

"Am I going crazy...?"

Jessica buried her face in the blankets and gave herself a good dressing down.

That's your mother's man! He's the creditor you owe $10,000 to! He's the exploiter you curse every day!

but……

What if he can pay back the money? What if he's not your future stepfather?

Jessica touched her burning cheeks, the bold and dangerous thought in her mind growing wildly like weeds.

………………

the next day.

The farm is busier than ever in preparation for the weekend's carnival.

Chen An not only had Sarah and Jessica prepare a large amount of wasabi.

This thing is now the hard currency in town, and he even went to the lakeside.

Since it's a celebration and there's a market, he plans to fully establish the "Sunset Stream" brand.

He doesn't just want to sell wasabi.

He also wants to sell that legendary "premium ingredient"—a fish from the devil's throat.

Those are blind trout that live in the cold waters of underground rivers.

This fish is rarely exposed to sunlight, grows extremely slowly, and has snow-white flesh.

The texture is even more delicate than deep-sea cod, and it has absolutely no muddy taste.

Chen An, equipped with diving gear, dived alone into the cold underground lake.

Half an hour later, he surfaced with a net full of still lively, silvery-white strange fish.

"These are the bombs that will be used at the market tomorrow."

Chen An looked at the fish as if they were a pile of gold bars.

Sarah, who was waiting on the shore, was dumbfounded:

"Can these fish really be eaten? They don't even have eyes!"

"Trust me." Chen An wiped the water droplets from his hair, revealing his muscular upper body.

"Tomorrow, we'll show the whole town what real deliciousness is. And..."

He looked at Jessica, who was standing next to him, looking both curious and a little afraid of the fishy smell.

"Tomorrow you'll be in charge of hawking your wares at the stall."

"Dress nicely, I mean in a normal, nice way, not like a streetwalker."

"If it sells well, I don't mind giving you some extra pocket money to buy clothes."

Jessica's eyes lit up.

"Really? Can I get an advance on a dress?"

Chen An pulled out a few wet hundred-dollar bills from the waterproof bag and slapped them onto her forehead.

"Take it. Don't embarrass me."

Jessica took the money and was so happy she almost jumped for joy, completely forgetting her vow that she "didn't want to shovel cow dung."

Watching the two women, one big and one small, excitedly discussing tomorrow's menu around the fish.

Chen An leaned against the rock and took a deep breath of the cold mountain air.

These days are fucking great.

However, he did not forget Reynolds's reminder.

Carnival is crowded and chaotic.

Although Smith is in jail, the mess he left behind, or those who are envious, might take advantage of the chaos to cause some trouble.

"It seems I'll have to bring Zeus along tomorrow."

Chen An narrowed his eyes.

Since it's a carnival, let's make it even more intense!

………………

The Whitefish Fall Harvest Carnival is an annual event in northwestern Montana.

The streets were blocked off, and colorful flags were flying.

Farmers from all over the country arrived in pickup trucks loaded with pumpkins, corn, and various local specialties, crowding the central square.

The air was filled with the sweet aroma of roasted meat, beer, and cinnamon apple pie.

Nine o'clock in the morning.

Inside the farmer's house.

"Do...do I really have to go out dressed like this?"

Jessica stood in front of the full-length mirror in the living room and tugged at the dark green Bavarian traditional dress she was wearing.

This is the new battle outfit she bought yesterday with the advance salary Chen An gave her.

This dress is a typical squeeze design, with a tight corset that makes her waist look extremely thin.

The signature low-cut square neckline design elevates her youthful and voluptuous figure to a dizzying height.

Beneath the skirt were a pair of long legs encased in white stockings and wearing small leather shoes.

If she was a street punk girl before, she is now Little Red Riding Hood straight out of a restricted German fairy tale.

"What's wrong with this outfit? It's traditional carnival attire."

Chen An was sitting on the sofa, putting a very imposing studded collar on Zeus, and said without looking up.

"Moreover, as a signboard girl responsible for attracting customers, this outfit can increase our sales by at least 50%."

He stood up, walked up to Jessica, and stared unabashedly at the deep cleavage for two seconds before nodding in satisfaction.

"Looks like that five hundred dollars was well spent. That rebellious little delinquent is finally starting to act like a woman."

Jessica blushed and instinctively wanted to cover her chest, but then she remembered that this was her work uniform, so she could only bite her lip and put her hand down, cursing "pervert" in her heart.