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

A wave of moist, fresh air washed over me.

The planting bed, which originally had only five wasabi plants, is now lush and green.

Although it has only been a few days, they have already entered a period of rapid growth under the nourishment of the vibrant underground river water.

"Today's task is very heavy." Chen An took out a small shovel.

"We need to transplant all the seedlings that were separated into new wooden boxes. These next few days will probably be tough on you."

"This is nothing."

Sarah crouched down and quickly began loosening the soil.

"Compared to having to face Tom's grumpy face all day and worrying about where my next meal will come from, this is heaven."

She raised her head and looked up at Chen An, her eyes filled with admiration and dependence.

"And... I'm willing to do anything as long as I'm with you."

Chen An looked at this woman who had almost withered under high pressure but had now regained her vitality.

He reached out and gently stroked the top of her head.

"Work hard. This $8,500 depends on these two hands."

"Yes!" Sarah nodded emphatically, like a golden retriever that had just received praise from its owner, full of enthusiasm.

………………

Noon.

Chen An did not lock himself in the farm to become a hermit.

He drove that beat-up pickup truck to town.

As Reynolds said, there are no secrets in the town.

When he parked his car in front of "Old Harry's Hardware Store," there were several redneck old men sitting in the sun.

The way people looked at him was no longer the disdain they used to have for "out-of-town tourists," but rather a mixture of awe and curiosity.

"Hey, kid."

Old Harry was smoking a pipe and wiping a chainsaw.

Upon seeing Chen An enter, he unusually took the initiative to greet him.

"I heard you caused quite a stir last night? That's a good gun."

"If it doesn't ring, I'll lose my house." Chen An walked to the counter. "Uncle Harry, I'd like to buy something."

"Go ahead and tell me. If it's a bullet, I'll give you a 10% discount."

"If it's motorcycle parts... sorry, I only sell good ones, not the junk that's been blown up."

Old Harry made a joke, and the old men around him burst into laughter.

This is the social rule of the West.

You don't need a high level of education or a prestigious job.

You can earn respect as long as you demonstrate sufficient courage and force in the face of a crisis.

"I need water pipes. Lots of PPC pipes, and these..."

Chen An took out a drawing, which was a simplified diagram of an automatic sprinkler system he had drawn, "High-pressure sprinkler head."

To expand the cultivation of wasabi, simply watering it with buckets by hand is not enough.

He plans to build a semi-automatic water circulation system in the greenhouse to mimic the living water environment of a stream.

"What kind of huge project is this?" Old Harry glanced at the blueprints, his eyes lighting up.

"That's a clever design. Are you going to grow that... marijuana?"

"Cough cough..." Chen An almost choked on his saliva. "It's real agricultural product. If you don't believe me, I'll send you some to try in a couple of days."

"Haha, just kidding." Old Harry turned around and went to get the goods from the shelf.

"Don't worry, as long as you don't trade drugs in my shop, I don't care what you grow in the fields."

"Even if you're growing US dollars, that's your skill."

After buying all the ingredients, Chen An went to the Aurora Restaurant again.

This time, he swaggered in through the back door.

Katie is tasting the dishes in the kitchen.

A peculiar aroma filled the air—the caramelized scent of butter-cooked steak, mixed with the refreshing spiciness of wasabi.

"Chen! You've come at the perfect time!"

Katie rushed over, holding a small plate in her hand, as if presenting a treasure.

"Try it! My new sauce! I've named it Sunset Kiss!"

The Kiss of Sunset. It is clearly taken from Chen An's "Sunset Stream Farm".

Chen An picked up a slice of steak and dipped it in the pale green cream sauce.

It melts at the entrance.

Just as the rich aroma of the beef was about to become cloying, it was instantly neutralized by the unique refreshing sensation of wasabi.

Then comes a subtle sweet aftertaste, which perfectly enhances the deliciousness of the meat.

"Amazing." Chen An gave a thumbs up.

"If you put this dish on the menu, even if it costs $100 a serving, people will line up."

"Hmph, of course." Katie raised her chin proudly, her little face flushed.

"These are all the brainchild of a genius. Of course... your wasabi isn't bad either."

She pulled a thick envelope from her apron pocket.

"This is an advance payment. After tasting the sample, the boss, Mr. Robert, approved the budget immediately."

Katie slipped the envelope into Chen An's hand, her big eyes sparkling.

"Three thousand five hundred US dollars. He said if you can supply a stable amount, the price is negotiable."

Adding to the previous few thousand yuan.

Chen An touched the thickness of the envelope.

We're just a tiny bit away from that $8500 mark.

"Please thank your boss for me." Chen An put away the money. "Tell him that a stable supply is not a problem, but he needs to do me a favor."

"What kind of help?"

"Help me find out which state legislators or environmental protection officials Red Rock Development Company has been in contact with recently, besides hiring motorcycle gangs."

Katie paused for a moment, then her expression turned serious: "You mean... they're taking the upper echelons?"

"Better safe than sorry." Chen An squinted his eyes.

………………

We returned to the farm in the afternoon.

As soon as Chen An entered the room, he saw Sarah kneeling on the living room carpet, wiping the floor.

She changed her clothes and wore a gray knitted long dress for home.

Perhaps because it was too hot after working all morning, the neckline of her skirt was pulled down very low.

Moreover... as she wiped the floor, Chen An keenly noticed that there was still no bra under the knitted fabric.

This is a silent temptation.

"An, you're back."

Sarah heard the noise, turned around, beads of sweat still on her forehead, and put on a fawning smile.

Chen An walked over and threw the envelope containing three thousand five hundred US dollars onto the coffee table.

"Smack."

A muffled thud.

Sarah's gaze was drawn to the envelope. She picked it up with a puzzled look, opened it, and her hand trembled so much that she almost dropped it.

"This is……"

"Adding what's in my card, we're still a thousand dollars short, but that'll be enough for the 8500."

Chen An walked to the sofa, sat down, crossed his legs, and looked at the still charming woman.

"If you sell two more batches of goods, you'll save your house."

Sarah held the envelope, and tears welled up instantly.

The heavy weight that had been pressing on her heart for the past few days was finally lifted, with a corner of it removed.

She didn't speak, but put down the envelope and slowly crawled to Chen An's feet.

She rested her head on Chen An's knees, wrapping her arms around his calves as if worshipping her god.

"Thank you... thank you, Master."

This time, she didn't call out "An" or "Chen," but rather the word that represents absolute submission.

In this living room where there are only two people, it is not only gratitude, but also the complete conclusion of a contract.

Chen An's fingers ran through her long golden hair, gently combing it.

"Where did the children go tonight?" he asked softly.

"I thought you should focus on installing those new pipes... so I sent them to summer camp. They won't be back for three days."

Sarah's voice grew softer and softer as she gently rubbed her cheek against Chen An's thigh.

"For the past three days... we've been the only ones in this house."

Three days.

No one disturbs.

A smile appeared on Chen An's lips.

"Then let's make up for the lost time," Chen An leaned down and whispered in her ear.

"I might be a little rough, like I was with that Harley."

Sarah trembled, raised her head, and in her watery eyes was an undisguised longing and expectation.

"I couldn't have gotten it."

………………

The setting sun outside the window was like blood, dyeing the Montana wilderness a golden red.

Inside, a symphony about "conquest" and "sacrifice" had just begun.

And further still, deep within the mysterious "Devil's Throat" cave.

The deep blue groundwater continues to flow quietly, as if silently watching over all the desires and struggles that occur on this land.