Farming Life Starting in Africa

As soon as the drink touched her throat, Gisele frowned almost imperceptibly. The taste was strange, completely different from anything she had ever had before. It was far too sweet, with no sourness whatsoever, and she couldn't detect any other unusual aromas.

"Where did you get this wine?" Giselle asked.

"I just grabbed it from a friend's supermarket."

"Then your friend most likely bought counterfeit goods." Giselle gently swirled the wine in her glass, her tone somewhat helpless. "Whether it's genuine Pinot Gris from Italy or France, the taste should be refreshing and slightly acidic, not this sweet and cloying."

Rosen smacked his lips, savoring the taste of the liquor in his mouth, and thought to himself that it would be a miracle if Qian Bida's liquor was genuine. He guessed that the only time he had ever bought genuine liquor was from Leng Feng's Maotai.

"Heh, he probably fell into a trap." Rosen joked seriously. "I'll have to give him a good talking-to later; selling counterfeit alcohol here is illegal. Do you think I could get a reward if I reported him?"

Giselle chuckled at his teasing, her eyes crinkling with amusement, creating a relaxed atmosphere. They exchanged a glance, both losing their appetite for more drinks, and silently put down their glasses.

Gisele asked curiously, "Did you modify all the features on your car yourself?"

"Absolutely." Rosen's tone was full of confidence, without the slightest hint of modesty. "I can't speak for anything else, but when it comes to mechanical modification, I'm top-notch. There's basically no car I can't modify well."

If anyone else had said such boastful things, Gisele would probably have thought it was bragging, but when it came to Rosen, she had no doubt whatsoever.

Whether it was the car's design and configuration seen before the race, or the explosive performance and ultimate mechanical tuning displayed by the Pontiac Firebird on the track, it completely overwhelmed everyone else.

Even with their nitrous oxide boost at full speed, they still couldn't even touch the back of Rosen's car. That scene remains vivid in her memory, leaving her deeply shocked.

With a look of doubt in her eyes, she softly asked, "Then why don't you install nitrous oxide in the car? Wouldn't that improve the car's performance?"

Rosen couldn't help but laugh at her curious expression. "My car already has over 700 horsepower, which is more than enough. If I really feel it's not powerful enough, I can just replace it with a larger displacement engine. There's no need to resort to dangerous methods like injecting nitrous oxide."

Upon hearing this, Giselle suddenly realized, her eyes slightly unfocused, and she sighed softly, "So, all these years, we've been stuck in a rut..."

Actually, that's not the case. High-horsepower engines are still very expensive. Upgrading to nitrous oxide only costs a few dollars; someone with good DIY skills can do it themselves for a few thousand dollars.

Under the dim, gentle light, the two looked into each other's eyes, and the atmosphere in the air quietly warmed up.

Rosen looked at the person in front of him. She had an almond-shaped face and peach-like cheeks, fair and translucent skin, and lively and charming eyes. She was so beautiful that it was unbelievable.

Giselle's heart suddenly raced. She instinctively averted her gaze and whispered, trying to hide her unease, "This wine doesn't taste right..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Rosen reached out his large hand, gently pressed it against the back of Giselle's soft head, and leaned down to kiss her.

Giselle was instantly captivated, passionately raising her hand to wrap her arms around his neck, responding fervently. A few seconds later, the two slowly separated, their lips still lingering with the faint scent of alcohol and the ambiguous warmth of their intimacy.

"This time, I took the initiative," Rosen said in a low, hoarse voice.

Giselle was amused by his straightforward and adorable manner, her eyes filled with tenderness. She took the initiative, grabbed Rosen's collar, and kissed him again.

A gentle evening breeze wafted through the room, casting soft, tender shadows. Soft, intimate sounds echoed gently in the quiet room, creating a warm and ambiguous atmosphere.

In the dim light of the night, all the noise of the world faded away, leaving only the growing affection between the two, tender yet passionate.

Meanwhile, night fell completely over El Paso, Texas, a city bordering the US-Mexico border that exuded a chaotic and desolate atmosphere.

The streetlights glowed dimly, and occasionally a speeding car would whiz by, creating a whooshing sound.

The streets and alleys of the Chinese community were less bustling during the day. Most shops had already closed, with only a few convenience stores still lit up with warm yellow lights, creating a quiet and somewhat dull atmosphere.

In this quiet neighborhood, Guan Yuming had just dropped off his daughter, Guan Xiaofan, back at their rented upscale apartment.

This apartment is in a great location, with exquisite decoration, a quiet environment, and good security. It stands out from the chaotic neighborhood around it and is the temporary place he specifically chose to stay.

To be honest, this period of time has been the most comfortable and peaceful time Guan Yuming has ever experienced in most of his life.

His life was full of twists and turns. In his youth, he experienced war and turmoil in Vietnam. He finally settled down, got married, and started a family, but his wife suddenly passed away.

This tragedy devastated him, and for a long time, his life was filled with darkness and despair.

From then on, his lonely daughter Guan Xiaofan became his only concern in the world, and the only thing that kept him going.

The father and daughter depended on each other all the way. He personally accompanied his daughter as she grew up, watching her grow from a toddler learning to walk into a graceful young woman.

In recent years, however, he has been traveling to the United States for work, moving around frequently and living without a fixed place. As a result, the father and daughter have been separated for long periods of time, and a faint sense of estrangement has gradually developed between them, with less communication on a daily basis.

So this time, after his daughter graduated from the UK, she took the initiative to come to the US to stay with him for a while, which was a huge surprise for Guan Yuming and touched the softest spot in his heart.

To cherish this hard-won warmth, he simply stopped all his complicated work, turned down all social engagements and tasks, and just wanted to spend time peacefully with his daughter, make up for the years he had missed, and enjoy a relaxing and comfortable vacation.

However, those in the martial arts world are often not in control of their own destiny, and trouble never gives prior notice.

Tonight, a batch of electronic products shipped from Huaqiangbei is being transferred across the Mexican border. To be on the safe side, he must be present to oversee the handover in person before he can be completely at ease.

After giving her daughter a few simple instructions, telling her to rest early and not to wander off, Guan Yuming packed her clothes and hurriedly left the apartment.

The heavy apartment door closed gently, shutting out the warm light inside.

After her father left, the apartment fell silent instantly, leaving Guan Xiaofan alone in the large room.

With nothing to do, she casually unlocked her phone and started browsing.

As soon as she opened WhatsApp, a new message popped up in the pinned chat, instantly piquing her interest, and she quickly replied to the chat.