Sweet like Wine: Love Your Dimples Even More-Chapter 134 - 68: There’s a Job... Perfect for You_2

Chapter 134: Chapter 68: There’s a Job... Perfect for You_2

Artie’s stubborn temper, once aroused, can’t be pulled back by eight oxen.

But Summer Fairmont can do it all by herself.

Summer Fairmont walked into the kitchen, stepping over the "ceramic shards" on the floor, and gently took the chopsticks and pot from Artie’s hands.

With a movement as light as a feather, she picked Artie up horizontally and carried her to the living room sofa.

"Sit tight."

"Artie doesn’t want to sit tight, if Artie sits tight, who will cook?" Artie said with a tone of frustration, mixed with a bit of annoyance, her hands wrapped around Summer Fairmont’s neck, refusing to let go.

"I’ll do it."

"Artie doesn’t want to eat alone." No matter how Artie begged yesterday, Summer Fairmont was unwilling to stay and cook for Winters Ambassador Master Sean Lowell.

This left Artie, who was spoiled by Summer, a bit temperamental.

"I said I’ll do it all."

Artie originally thought she would have to act coy and beg for quite a while before Summer Fairmont would change her mind.

If she had known that smashing a few plates would be so effective, she could have smashed a dozen yesterday.

"Really? If you lie to Artie, Artie will walk back barefoot." Artie’s three-year-old mindset was quite different from an adult’s. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"I’m not lying."

After Artie was settled, Summer Fairmont brought back the slipper that came off halfway and helped Artie put it on before returning to the disaster-stricken kitchen.

The Nation’s Gentleman was bent over "cleaning up the mess," and it wasn’t his first time helping Artie deal with such things.

Summer Fairmont put on gloves, grabbed a broom, and gently helped Leo Vaughn up from his squatting position picking up shards.

Summer Fairmont signaled to Leo Vaughn that she could take over the task of cleaning up the shards.

"Summer, you should wait on the sofa for a bit. No gentleman would let a girl clean up shards." The Nation’s Gentleman wasn’t used to such "boyfriend effort" from a girl.

Seeing that Leo Vaughn was unwilling to leave, Summer Fairmont joined in the cleanup instead of persuading further.

Leo Vaughn had only picked up a few shards in almost a minute.

Once Summer Fairmont joined, all the shards were cleaned up in about twenty seconds.

Regarding the ability to clean a kitchen.

Leo Vaughn and Summer Fairmont were clearly not on the same level.

Leo Vaughn cleaned the shattered remnants like he was handling artwork.

Summer Fairmont just straightforwardly cleaned a few broken plates.

Looking at the now-empty ground before him, Leo Vaughn was overwhelmed with a sense of superfluous assistance.

Summer Fairmont’s character and actions were swiftly unlike those of a typical girl.

Unlike Artie, who he had to protect from a young age, Summer seemed to be from another planet.

The kitchen back on track with Summer Fairmont’s help.

Summer Fairmont prepared a bowl of lotus root, lily, pork rib, and millet porridge, placed it on a tray, and brought it to the sofa where Artie was lounging and watching TV, asking, "Which room?"

"Second room on the left, the one facing east." Artie swiftly disclosed Sean Lowell’s precise location.

Summer Fairmont walked off without any pause, leaving Artie opening and closing her mouth, finding it too late to say anything.

"Follow along." Summer Fairmont’s voice came from the direction of the corridor.

"I’m coming right away! Artie’s super quick."

Artie happily bounced up from the sofa.

She almost tripped as she ran to the guest room where Sean Lowell was staying.

Artie knocked at the door and entered, while Summer Fairmont stopped about a meter from the bed, handing the tray over to Artie, letting The Wrestling Siren finish the last meter of the delivery.

Summer Fairmont didn’t leave with a suave turn; she stared at Sean Lowell for several seconds and only turned to leave when Sean Lowell looked back.

In the dining room, Gordon Sterling was getting so hungry he was about to curse.

If he continued to starve like this, he would soon pass out.

But he couldn’t fight over food with Sean Lowell, who was a patient.

Gordon Sterling forcefully controlled his trembling due to hunger and made his way to the kitchen, intending to ask when the soon-to-be next patient could get something to eat.

Summer Fairmont lifted the largest mint-green STAUB enameled cast-iron pot, completely bypassing Gordon Sterling.

Too famished to throw a tantrum, Leo Vaughn came over to ask if assistance was needed.

Summer Fairmont didn’t speak; she used her elbow to push a heat-resistant mat to the center of the dining table and then placed the large pot there.

"Mr. Vaughn, should we go out to find something to eat?" Gordon Sterling, feeling ignored, simply couldn’t wait any longer.

Then he saw Summer Fairmont remove the lid from the large STAUB enameled cast-iron pot.

The sealing performance of STAUB cookware is excellent; almost no aroma can be smelled before opening.