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."
