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

Processing a 500-pound adult male stag is undoubtedly a massive undertaking.

For the next two days, the living room of Miller Farm’s main house was transformed into a temporary slaughter and processing workshop.

Moreover, the blizzard outside showed no signs of stopping.

Instead, it sealed off the entire world even more tightly, but this did not affect the bustling activity inside.

The air was filled with the strong smells of blood, black pepper, cumin, and the smoke of burning pine.

"Cut that piece of hind leg meat into strips, remember to cut along the grain."

Chen An held a boning knife in his hand, his upper body bare.

Wearing an apron around her waist, she was cutting the deer loin meat, the tenderest part of the deer, into thick steak-like pieces.

His muscles were tense from exerting force, and sweat slid down his back.

Jessica sat on a small stool, holding a knife, clumsily cutting strips of meat as Chen An instructed.

Today she changed into a loose gray sweatshirt and shorts.

Her once extravagant platinum blonde hair is now casually piled on top of her head for convenience while working.

"Wow, so much meat...when will we ever finish eating this?"

Jessica weakly shook her aching wrist, looking at the mountain of meat strips piled up in the basin.

"If we make it into jerky, we can eat it until next spring."

Chen An pointed to the fireplace.

A row of simple smoking racks has been set up above the fireplace.

He built it using apple tree branches from the back hill.

The dark red strips of venison are marinated with salt and spices and then hung on the rack to be smoked at a low temperature.

As the moisture evaporated, the unique, rich aroma of wild game began to permeate the room.

Sarah was in charge of packaging.

She packed the smoked jerky and chopped pork into vacuum bags, then used a machine to vacuum them.

"Ann, Robert just called and said the blizzard could last for a whole week."

Sarah asked with some concern, "Is everything alright with the geological team?"

"Don't worry, those are professional polar tents, and I've left them enough fuel."

Chen An finished processing the last piece of pork loin and washed his hands.

"Moreover, for Dr. Evans and his group of scientific fanatics, as long as they are given stones to study, they don't care even if the sky falls."

………………

Since the mountains are blocked by heavy snow, we can only stay in our rooms and enjoy the local delicacies.

Dinner was a simple pan-fried venison chops, served with potato chunks stir-fried with venison fat.

There was also Sarah's cream of mushroom soup.

This venison, after being aged and simply marinated, is tender and juicy.

It has a unique milky aroma and is completely free of that unpleasant fishy smell.

"It's so delicious..."

Jessica forked a piece of meat and put it in her mouth, squinting her eyes in satisfaction.

I don't know if it's because it's really delicious, or because the man hunted it himself in the snow.

She thought it tasted even better than what she ate at those expensive restaurants in Seattle.

After finishing her meal, Sarah yawned.

She was really exhausted these past two days dealing with the meat and taking care of the greenhouse.

Plus, I got quite a bit of a workout in the bathtub last night...

"You guys continue chatting, I'm going upstairs to take a nap."

Sarah kissed Chen An's forehead and then glanced at her daughter.

"Jessica, wash the dishes. It's your job."

"Okay..." Jessica mumbled, starting to clear the table.

Sarah went upstairs.

The footsteps gradually faded away at the end of the second-floor corridor.

In the large living room, only Chen An and Jessica remained, along with the crackling sound of burning firewood in the fireplace.

Chen An did not rush back to his room.

He poured himself a glass of whiskey and sat on the sheepskin rug facing the fireplace.

Leaning back against the sofa, I stared blankly at the flickering flames.

Jessica is washing dishes in the kitchen.

The sound of rushing water was loud and clear.

But her mind wasn't on the plate at all.

Through the bar counter in the open kitchen, her gaze couldn't help but drift towards the figure sitting in the firelight.

He had put on a black shirt over his bare upper body.

But the buttons weren't fastened properly, revealing a large expanse of his chest.

That languid, dangerous, and alluring aura is as intoxicating as the whiskey in this glass.

She remembered clearly what he shouted downstairs last night.

There's enough hot water for three people.

"You're welcome to come down anytime."

As she was thinking, Jessica's hand trembled, and a plate almost slipped from her grasp.

She quickly grabbed the tap, turned it off, and dried her hands.

I'm done washing.

It's time to go back to my room and sleep.

But... her feet seemed to have their own consciousness.

Instead of heading to the guest rooms on the first floor, they walked around the bar and into the living room.

She stopped two meters behind Chen An.

"Um...does your foot hurt?" she asked, trying to come up with an awkward topic.

Chen An did not turn around, but continued to swirl his wine glass.

"My feet don't hurt."

"But yours, you've worked all day, isn't it swollen?"

Jessica subconsciously moved her ankle.

"It's a little sour," she said softly.

"come over."

Chen An patted the carpet next to him.

Jessica's heart skipped a beat.

She bit her lip and hesitated for about two seconds.

Then, like a startled fawn, she glanced upstairs before slowly moving over and sitting down next to him.

They didn't sit very close; they maintained a safe distance.

Chen An turned his head and looked at her profile, which appeared particularly striking in the firelight, and her long eyelashes, which trembled with nervousness.

"Afraid of me?"

Chen An suddenly reached out, grabbed her ankle, and dragged her in front of him.

"what!"

Jessica gasped briefly, lost her balance, and slumped between his legs.

This is an extremely ambiguous pose.

Her back was pressed tightly against Chen An's chest, just like when they were practicing shooting that day.

But this time, there was no heavy down jacket, only two thin layers of fabric.

"You seemed to be enjoying watching it upstairs last night."

Chen An whispered in her ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe, carrying a faint scent of wine.

Jessica's face instantly turned as red as burning charcoal.

"I...I didn't...I just..."

"Shhh."

Chen An pressed his fingers against her lips.

"Lying is not the mark of a good child. Your eyes have betrayed you."

His hand didn't stay on her lips, but slid down her cheek.

It swept across her slender neck and finally stopped at the neckline of her sweatshirt.

"What did you see? Did you see how your mother enjoyed it?"

"Or... I'm wondering what you would be like if it were you?"

That statement is nothing short of the devil's whisper.

Jessica trembled all over, a mixture of shame and the explosion of long-suppressed desire that had been exposed.

"You...you're an idiot."

Jessica turned her head, her eyes red with grievance and resentment.

"You know perfectly well... so why do you still torture me like this? Is it for fun?"

"Because it's really interesting."

Chen An laughed, a somewhat mischievous laugh.

"Besides, I gave you a choice. I said on day one that you could leave."

"But you stayed. You signed a contract of servitude, remember?"

"You forced me to do that!"

"But I'm not forcing you to sit here now."

Chen An released her hand and held the wine glass to her lips. "Take a sip."