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

Katie snatched the fish, gave Jessica a smug look, and walked away like a victorious little hen.

Jessica gritted her teeth in anger: "Boss! You're being unfair!"

"I call this playing the long game," Chen An said, giving Jessica's pert bottom a light pat.

He interrupted her complaints, "Get to work. The fish are sold out, but we still have half a wasabi left."

"Whether you can pay back the remainder of that ten thousand dollars tonight depends on your performance."

………………

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

All the goods were finally sold out.

Chen Anqing counted the banknotes.

Today's sales have exceeded six thousand US dollars.

Those blind fish that were originally frightening are now valued because of their rarity.

Coupled with the enticing aroma of the live cooking, it eventually sold for a staggering $80 a piece.

Wasabi was snapped up by gourmets who had already tasted its sweetness.

"That's insane..."

Sarah rubbed her aching wrist and looked at the money box.

"This is more profitable than what we used to make from selling milk for a whole year."

"That's brand premium."

Chen An locked the money box and looked at Jessica, who was exhausted like a dog.

This girl really put in a lot of effort today; her voice is hoarse from shouting.

His new leather shoes were worn out, and he was sitting on the ground rubbing his feet without any regard for his image.

"Well done."

Chen An walked over and handed her a bottle of iced cola and a few rolled-up hundred-yuan bills.

"This is today's commission. Five hundred US dollars."

Jessica paused for a moment, took the money, and her eyes instantly reddened.

This was the first time in her life that she had earned money with her own hands, feet, voice, and perhaps even that dress.

It wasn't a loan obtained through deception, nor was it money I asked my mother for.

This profound sense of accomplishment is even more exhilarating than indulging in lavish spending at nightclubs.

"Thank you... Boss," Jessica said softly.

He lowered his head and drank his cola, trying to hide his emotions.

Just then.

A group of men wearing motorcycle jackets and covered in tattoos pushed through the crowd and surrounded them with ill intent.

But this time, they're not here to cause trouble.

"Hey, is this the Chinese guy who chased away Smith's gang of thugs?"

The leader was a bald, burly man with a large gold chain around his neck.

He glanced at Chen An, then at Zeus, who was dozing under the table.

Zeus sensed the killing intent, instantly opened his eyes, and let out a low growl.

The bald, burly man took half a step back and raised his hands.

"Don't get me wrong, buddy. We're not from Red Rock."

The bald man grinned. "I'm from the town's 'Wild Horse Club'."

"I heard you have some good stuff, and... your marksmanship is amazing?"

"If you have any wild game that you don't want to deal with in the future, or if you need help transporting goods, you can contact us."

This is a kind of recognition within the community.

In this militant West, if you show your fangs, even former potential enemies will become friends who want a piece of the pie.

Chen An stood up and looked at them calmly.

"If it's legitimate business, I welcome it anytime. But if you're here to cause trouble..."

He pointed to Zeus on the ground, "It's been having a big appetite lately."

"Hahahaha! That's arrogant!" The bald, burly man laughed, pulling a business card from his pocket and placing it on the table.

"If you run into any other trouble, just say 'Iron Head'. I'm off!"

Watching that group of people leave.

Sarah asked with some concern, "These people..."

"It's nothing. I'm just here to pay my respects." Chen An put away his business card.

In the vacuum period following Smith's downfall, all sorts of shady characters were watching this newly rising landlord.

Today, Chen An used money, food, and that dog that could bite someone to death to tell everyone:

The owner of the Sunset Stream has stood firm.

"Closing up shop, going home."

Chen An stretched and looked at Sarah's gentle smile in the sunset and Jessica's tired but hopeful eyes.

"Let's go to the Aurora Restaurant for a big meal tonight."

"Katie owes me a favor; she should cook us a real whole fish feast."

………………

Whitefish is brightly lit at night.

The Aurora Restaurant did not display a "fully booked" sign tonight.

But behind the entire floor-to-ceiling glass wall on the second floor, there was only a long dining table covered with a snow-white tablecloth.

When the crimson Porsche Cayenne slowly pulled up at the door.

A sharp-eyed parking attendant quickly ran over and opened the car door.

"Good evening, Mr. Chen, Mrs. Miller."

The younger brother glanced at the twenty-dollar tip Chen An casually handed over, and bent down even lower.

"Chef Katie has been waiting upstairs for quite some time."

Chen An got out of the car, tossed the keys to his underling, and then very gentlemanly extended his arm.

Sarah got off the bus first.

She was wearing that beige cashmere coat.

Inside was that burgundy velvet dress.

The high heels made a crisp, clattering sound as they stepped on the ground.

After an afternoon of sales battles, she was a little tired, but her aura as a hostess became even more composed.

Next up is Jessica.

This girl didn't change her clothes.

She was still wearing that dark green Bavarian corset dress that made her the center of attention at the market.

However, to keep warm, she wore Chen An's black windbreaker over it.

This outfit of a coat over a short skirt, plus those long legs encased in white stockings.

It looked especially tempting on this cold night, and was full of unexpected charm.

"Wow..." Jessica looked up at the restaurant in front of her.

She had passed by this upscale restaurant countless times before but never dared to step inside.

"Are we really going to book the entire second floor?"

"Since it's a victory celebration banquet, it naturally needs to be quite grand."

Chen An smiled and led the two ladies through the gate.

………………

The second floor.

The view here is excellent, offering a glimpse of the town streets lit up in the distance.

And further away, the outline of a mountain range as dark as ink.

Exquisite tableware and candlesticks have already been set on the dining table.

"They're finally here! I thought you were going to be counting money at the market until dawn."

Katie changed out of her chef's uniform, which was covered in the smell of cooking oil.

She wore a very stylish white silk shirt.

Below is a pair of black pencil pants, which looks both capable and playful.

She held a bottle of decanted red wine in her hand, looking at the three who arrived late with some resentment.

"Counting money does take quite a bit of time."

Chen An smiled and sat down, then pulled out a chair for Sarah.

"But more importantly, it's to give you, the chef, ample time to prepare."

"Hmph, glib tongue."

Katie poured red wine for the three of them. "This is from Uncle Robert's cellar."

"I went to great lengths to prepare those fish for you."

"Then let's see the skills of this genius chef." Chen An raised his glass.

The first dish was served and it amazed everyone.

It was a huge ice platter, covered with perilla leaves and crushed ice.

That was sashimi made from the fattest belly meat of a blind trout, sliced ​​as thin as cicada wings.

Each piece has a pinkish-white sheen.

There was no traditional soy sauce or horseradish served on the side.

Instead, it was freshly ground wasabi puree provided by Chen An, garnished with a touch of lemon peel and sea salt.