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

"This is the Japanese way of eating it," Katie explained.

"This type of fish lives underground for a long time, and the low temperature makes its flesh extremely pure. Heating it will actually destroy its texture and flavor."

Jessica couldn't wait to pick up a slice, spread some wasabi on it, and put it in her mouth.

It didn't have the raw fishy smell I had imagined.

The fresh, slightly spicy flavor of wasabi, with its herbal aroma, explodes on the tip of the tongue, instantly awakening the taste buds.

Then comes the sweet, creamy flavor of the fish.

"Ugh!" Jessica's eyes widened.

"Was this...did we really catch it in that puddle?"

"Is it good?" Chen An asked, looking at her.

"Delicious! This is even better than the best Japanese food I've had in Seattle!"

Jessica nodded vigorously and stuffed another piece into her mouth.

"Hmm, it feels like eating some kind of sweet crystal."

"This dish would cost at least $300 in San Francisco," Katie added from the side.

"And even if you have the money, you can't buy it."

The following dishes were an even greater display of skill.

Pan-fried trout fillets with black truffle cream sauce;

Crispy fried fish bones with special wasabi mayonnaise;

The last dish is a milky white fish soup made by simmering fish heads and bones for three hours and then adding water from an underground river.

Each dish brings out the best in the characteristics of the ingredients.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was warm and harmonious.

Sarah's eyes were a little glazed over after drinking a few glasses of red wine, and her face was flushed like a peach blossom.

She leaned on Chen An's shoulder and giggled foolishly.

Jessica, on the other hand, temporarily put aside her prejudice against Chen An because of the delicious food and alcohol.

She even initiated a few toasts with him.

"Boss Chen..."

Jessica held up her wine glass, her cheeks flushed.

His eyes held a hint of boldness amplified by alcohol.

"Although it's awful that you made me shovel cow dung, I have to say..."

"You look pretty cool leading us to make money."

"Is this a compliment?" Chen An raised an eyebrow.

"I guess so." Jessica downed her drink in one gulp and let out a small burp.

"That ten thousand dollars... I will try my best to pay it back. Even if it means selling fish."

"As long as you don't break the plate, it's fine." Chen An smiled.

I poured her a little more. "Drink less, this wine has a strong aftereffect."

Just then.

A series of steady footsteps echoed down the restaurant's stairs.

Robert White's signature silver hair has appeared.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt your enjoyment."

Robert walked over with a cigar in his hand and a beaming smile.

He first nodded politely to the two ladies, then looked at Chen An.

"Chen, I have some good news that I feel I have to tell you tonight."

Robert lowered his voice, but couldn't hide his excitement.

"News just came from Washington: the initial review of the geological exploration report...has passed."

"In other words, our mining license is secure."

This sentence is like a reassuring pill.

The pressure vanished instantly, and I felt much more relaxed.

Chen An raised his wine glass, his eyes gleaming in the candlelight.

"Let's toast to the future 'Montana Lithium King'!"

"Cheers!" Robert laughed.

"Of course, it's also for these delicious fish."

"Chen, your farm is a real treasure trove. I'm starting to get jealous of you."

Robert's arrival elevated the dinner to another level.

Jessica sat to the side, watching Robert, the wealthy man who often appeared on television, chatting and laughing with Chen An as if they were brothers.

The shock she felt was beyond words.

It turns out that Chen An, whom she had always considered an "exploiter," had long since reached a level she needed to look up to.

That admiration for the strong reached its peak at this moment.

She secretly glanced at Chen An's sharply defined profile, her heart pounding.

………………

10 PM.

A red Porsche was driving back to the farm.

The train carriage was well-heated, and soothing jazz music was playing.

Sarah was completely drunk.

She sat in the passenger seat, the seatbelt creating a striking curve.

Her head was tilted towards Chen An; she was fast asleep, occasionally letting out a few cute snores.

Jessica sat in the back seat.

She had drunk quite a bit, and now she felt lightheaded and even a little hot.

She took off her black windbreaker, leaving her in only her tight-fitting Bavarian dress.

She looked at Chen An, who was driving in the front seat, her gaze following the lines of his arm all the way to his hand holding the steering wheel.

Those were beautiful, powerful, and even somewhat cold hands.

"Feed".

Jessica suddenly spoke, her voice slightly hoarse, which sounded particularly ambiguous in the enclosed space.

"Hmm?" Chen An glanced at her through the rearview mirror.

"Are you really... only being so nice to my mother because of that two hundred million dollar mine?"

Jessica asked a very sharp, yet childish, question.

Chen An was silent for a few seconds, then turned the steering wheel, and the car smoothly rounded the bend.

"Money is very important. It can make this car run, it can let you drink expensive wine, and it can prevent this house from being auctioned off."

Chen An said calmly, "But I'm good to your mother not just because of money."

"When I had nothing at all, she gave me a glass of milk, and... trust."

"Back then, I couldn't even afford a shovel, but she was willing to lend me her car."

Chen An's tone was calm, yet it revealed a rare warmth: "So I repay her with everything."

"That's my logic. Whether it's two hundred million or two billion, she's still the mistress of the house."

Jessica in the back seat was stunned.

What is this? A heartfelt confession?

In this materialistic world, in this era where scumbags are everywhere.

This young man, who possesses enormous wealth, so steadfastly protects a woman who is more than ten years older than him.

Hey.

A vine called jealousy has madly coiled around Jessica's heart.

"Well..." Jessica bit her lip, fueled by the alcohol.

He stretched his leg into the gap in the center armrest of the front row, which was the closest place to Chen An.

"And what about me? If I trust you too... will you treat me well?"

Chen An glanced at the small foot, which was wearing white stockings and was slightly red due to the alcohol.

And those eyes that gleamed with a dangerous light in the darkness.

"That depends on your performance."

Chen An did not dodge, but smiled meaningfully.

"Let's figure out how to shovel cow dung first, Miss."

………………

Back on the farm.

It was late at night.

Chen An first carried the sleeping Sarah back to the bedroom on the second floor, helped her take off her shoes and coat, and covered her with a blanket.

She was so tired and happy that she fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow.

After settling Sarah in, Chen An went downstairs to pour himself a glass of water.

I had just reached the kitchen doorway.

"what!"

A short, startled cry came from the bathroom on the first floor.

That was Jessica's voice.

Chen An put down his water glass and walked over quickly.