Sweet like Wine: Love Your Dimples Even More-Chapter 141 - 70: Problems That Cannot Be Avoided (3)

"Hmm, once Summer’s roasted whole lamb comes out, foodies from all around will flock here. We’ll roast it right in the yard. We’ll give our known neighbors the leftover ribs, and those unfamiliar can just watch, ensuring they’ll never forget the unbeatable flavors from Artie’s house for generations."

Artie naturally speaks with exaggeration when in high spirits.

Summer Fairmont erected a large rack for roasting a whole lamb and a smaller rack for a suckling pig in the backyard, using fruitwood, along with a barbecue grill made from Islay’s peat.

At five in the afternoon, after the people from Kilmenny Ranch delivered the prepared lamb and pig to Artie’s vacation home, Summer Fairmont started filling them with prepped ingredients.

The aromatic scent quickly attracted nearby neighbors to the yard.

Islay is sparsely populated, and the area where Artie resides is considered the busiest spot locally.

Within a 200-meter radius, there are two restaurants, two pubs, and a supermarket; the residential buildings here are the most densely packed on Islay.

Summer Fairmont is usually aloof, not engaging much with others, but after all, the vacation home belongs to the hospitable Artie.

Soon, neighbors unable to resist the temptation started dropping by. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

In less than an hour, Artie’s yard presented a lively scene.

Some came with whiskey, others brought sound systems.

Craft beer was hauled over, guitars in tow.

Someone even brought over a full drum set from home.

Gatherings on Islay are always so casual yet so professional.

Halfway through the party, someone remembered to ask what the celebration was for.

Artie explained that she had graduated from the University of Glaslow and would be returning to Celestar for future development. Her visits to Islay would be scarce, so she wanted to treat her neighbors to a feast before leaving.

The neighborhood didn’t disappoint Artie’s expectations.

The suckling pig weighed only a dozen pounds, easily devoured, and the over hundred-pound whole lamb was gone without a trace as well.

Summer Fairmont took everything in Artie’s fridge, whether vegetables and corn or potatoes and seafood, and turned it into gourmet party food.

When the party ended, it was already one o’clock in the morning.

Artie had earlier said she wanted Sean Lowell to rest well at her vacation home, but by now she’d completely forgotten.

Gordon Sterling, who could hold his liquor reasonably well, was taken down by Islay’s whiskey and craft beer, unable to walk straight.

Because Artie hadn’t left the party from the beginning.

After all the barbecuing was done, Summer Fairmont thought to bring some food to Sean Lowell.

Amidst the bustling party, Sean Lowell was the only one quietly lying in bed, reading a book on Islay’s whiskey distilleries.

As if completely unheard of the yard’s tumultuous noise.

In stark contrast to the party environment, consistently otherworldly.

Seeing Summer Fairmont enter, Sean Lowell closed the book, took the tray Summer Fairmont brought, lightly sniffed it like the first step of tasting whiskey, and said, "Thank you, you’ve given me a new perspective on Islay’s peat."

Summer Fairmont hesitated for a moment, then recalled the "conspiracy" between Artie and Sean Lowell regarding "scheming for profit and harm."

She didn’t feel the need to respond about the Islay peat matter and directly turned to leave.

At the doorway of the guest room, Summer Fairmont bumped into Artie.

Artie carried a tray filled with food and drinks.

Apart from the alcohol, it included nearly all the foods from the party.

"Ah Summer, you’ve been busy all night yet haven’t eaten anything yourself? Artie has saved a portion of every tasty treat just for Summer, can you smell the delicious aroma?"

Artie enthusiastically handed the tray to Summer Fairmont.

Summer Fairmont wanted to say something but didn’t know where to start.

"It’s so late, should Summer stay and keep Artie company tonight?" Artie asked Summer Fairmont for the second time within two days to keep her company overnight.

Having read through the will papers inexplicably, Summer Fairmont ultimately didn’t stay.

The will documents themselves weren’t frightening, but the subsequent series of unavoidable problems were.

She couldn’t continue denying the existence of her mother.

Having a mother was one thing, but a brother too?