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

When news of Ava Green's emotional tears in the greenhouse reached the main house, those queens and actresses who usually treated the global stock market like toys couldn't hold back any longer.

afternoon.

The central reception room on the first floor of the Titan Palace has a ten-meter-high ceiling and a huge volcanic rock fireplace.

"That's so cunning! I'm the youngest, and I usually work the hardest, so why is that old woman from Silicon Valley showing signs of pregnancy before me?!"

Jessica sat cross-legged on an incredibly thick snow fox fur carpet, holding a medical-grade portable ultrasound fetal heart monitor worth ten thousand US dollars.

He was frantically probing all over his slightly protruding, fair and firm lower abdomen.

Her pretty mixed-race face was filled with eagerness and frustration, as if she wanted it too.

"Don't poke around with that cold probe, you silly girl. Fetal movement varies from baby to baby; some babies are quiet, and some are playful."

Sarah leaned back lazily in the very center of the huge U-shaped leather sofa.

Today she was wearing a burgundy flannel long-sleeved maternity loungewear, her plump and graceful figure radiating a captivating maternal glow.

She smiled and reached out, taking the medical instrument from her daughter's hand.

"Mom! But I'm almost four months pregnant, why am I still sleeping in there?"

"Has the boss not been giving me enough nutrition lately?" Jessica huffed and leaned into Sarah's arms, her proud fullness creating a breathtaking curve under her loose pajamas.

"What? After eating hundreds of top-quality Titan Wagyu beef and White Diamond truffles from my farm, you little wildcat still dare to say you're not getting enough nutrition?"

A deep, magnetic, and authoritative voice came from the corridor connecting the reception room to the wine cellar.

Chen An was wearing a loose-fitting dark cardigan sweater with the cuffs slightly rolled up.

He wasn't holding any documents or cigars; instead, he was carrying a huge, ornately carved silver tray.

As Chen An approached, a sweet aroma, even carrying a hint of fairytale-like caramel, wafted from the warm fireplace.

"What does this taste like? It's so sweet, but also... cloying!"

Aya, the Native American girl who was originally lying on the other side of the sofa, was having a tug-of-war with the albino cheetah "Sand Dune".

Like a hunting dog, it pricked up its ears, its black eyes fixed on the tray in Chen An's hands.

"American-style psychotherapy prepared for you expectant mothers who are on the verge of developing prenatal depression due to jealousy."

Chen An laughed and placed the tray on the low coffee table in the center of the carpet, which was cut from a single piece of walnut wood.

On the tray were several exquisite glass jars.

It was filled with snow-white, fluffy little cubes that looked like they would melt at the slightest touch.

Next to it were stacks of handmade, baked whole wheat oat biscuits.

And a large block of top-quality dark chocolate puree from Valrhona, France, just taken out of a constant-temperature cold storage.

"Toasted marshmallow-filled cookies?!"

As a native-born American girl, Jessica immediately recognized this as the most classic national dessert for North Americans to enjoy in front of the fireplace and while camping in winter!

But in her memory, it all tasted like cheap saccharin sold in supermarkets for a few dollars a big bag!

"You call these ordinary cookies?"

Just then, the genius little chef Katie came out carrying a pot of hot milk. Upon hearing Jessica's words, she immediately raised her chin protectively.

"This is a special meringue marshmallow that the boss and I spent a whole morning hand-whipping using freshly harvested Caucasian mutated honey from Titan Manor and glacial meltwater from the deep mountains!"

"There's not a single grain of industrial white sugar in this! It's all made from the purest natural active enzymes and peptides. One bite, and your very soul will melt!"

That's what makes farmers unreasonable!

He used mutated honey worth tens of thousands of dollars just to recreate an American street food to please his wives!

"Self-reliance leads to abundance. The fireplace is burning just right."

Chen An casually picked up a long, pure silver skewer with a fork at the end, speared a snow-white, plump honey marshmallow, and hung it above the open flames of century-old applewood burning in the fireplace.

The moment the flames licked.

The originally snow-white surface of the marshmallow quickly expanded, forming a charming caramel-colored shell.

Amidst the hissing sound of tiny bubbles bursting, the sweetness of the mutated nectar blended perfectly with the smoky aroma of fruitwood.

Chen An removed the marshmallow, which was baked until crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with the inside completely melted into a stringy syrup.

Skillfully sandwich a piece of premium dark chocolate between two whole-wheat biscuits and squeeze gently.

"Smack!"

The warm, flowing honey marshmallow instantly melted the layer of dark chocolate, and the rich, silky sauce overflowed along the edges of the cookie.

Chen An didn't eat it himself, but turned around and brought the first piece to Sarah's lips, who was sitting in the center of the sofa.

"Empress Dowager, the first bite."

Sarah smiled and took a bite with her cherry lips.

"boom!"

After the ultimate crispness, a stringy, sweet syrup, like liquid gold, flows freely in your mouth.

The refreshing wildflower aroma of honey and the slight bitterness of dark chocolate achieve a perfect balance in an instant.

Swallowing it down in one gulp felt like the entire spring of Montana had been swallowed into my stomach!

"Ann...this is amazing..." Sarah couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hand, her eyes glistening with satisfaction.

However, just as this heartwarming scene was unfolding...

"ah!"

A startled exclamation, filled with both coquettishness and annoyance, came from the side.

Jessica, who originally wanted to cook for herself, was too impatient and took a bite of the cookie with hot marshmallows inside.

As a result, the overly thick and sticky honey marshmallow liquid was squeezed out uncontrollably from the other side of the cookie!

A ball of snow-white, sticky, and sweet-smelling semi-melted liquid, under the influence of gravity, dripped precisely into the depths of Jessica's low-cut silk nightgown neckline with a "plop"!

And it even slid down her fair and plump snow-white skin.

"It's so hot! So sticky! Boss, give me some tissues!"

Jessica frantically tried to wipe it off, but the honey marshmallow was extremely sticky.

Her small hands wiped it away, only making her snow-white skin even more disheveled, and the air was instantly filled with that rich, sweet milky scent that made people blush and their hearts race.

"What a waste! It was the same thing when we had cheese fondue last time!"

Chen An threw away the silver token in his hand.

Those once gentle, dark eyes, now fixed on Jessica's flustered and uncertain gaze...

And when the deep crevices were covered with sweet, white sap, a wildfire instantly ignited.

His tall frame leaned forward and grabbed Jessica's small hand, which was still wiping itself haphazardly.

"This is the culmination of Katie's entire morning's work. Wasting the estate's top-quality crops is punishable."

"I...I didn't mean to..." Jessica's breath caught in her throat as she was stared at by Chen An's wolf-like eyes, and her body instantly went limp on the carpet.

She was already dressed in loose and revealing clothing, and at this moment she felt a sense of helplessness and longing as if she were about to be completely stripped bare and tasted.

"Since tissues can't clean it properly."

Chen An lowered his head, like a ferocious beast surveying its territory, slowly approaching that fatal area covered in sweet fragrance.

"Then we'll have to resort to the most basic physical cleaning method."

"Boss! Hmm!"

Jessica's delicate cry was completely swallowed up before it could even fully escape.

In the spacious and bright reception room, against the backdrop of a blizzard swirling outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Chen An didn't care at all about the gazes of Sarah, Aya, Katie, and others who were standing nearby.

He forcefully pulled open the neckline of Jessica's nightgown, and his thin lips kissed the honey-coated marshmallow that melted on her snow-white skin without any mercy.

"An...not here...it's too embarrassing..."

Jessica dug her ten slender fingers deep into Chen An's thick black hair.

Those long legs were stretched straight on the carpet, and even unconsciously wrapped around Chen An's hard waist and abdomen.

The extreme stimulation of being treated like a dessert in front of everyone caused the little wildcat's brain to completely succumb to a chaotic white light.

Sarah was sitting next to me.

Seeing this, instead of stepping forward to stop it, she held her jujube milk cup, a seductive and indulgent smile on her lips, and quietly watched the cleaning process.