"Are there any maids who are good at cooking?" Melissa couldn't help interjecting when she saw that her proposed request had encountered setbacks at the very beginning.

The young lady nodded and answered affirmatively: "The handyman is either the daughter of a low-level laborer or a girl from the country. The cooking skills they can come into contact with are quite poor. Even after simple training from the association, they can at best Make sure that the food you make doesn�t make people sick.�

"..." Melissa was silent for a moment, and finally understood what it means that the plan did not change quickly.

"This is really a pity." Benson thought for a moment, organized his words and said, "Maybe we can change the requirements: willing and able to learn cooking."

Not bad, Benson's mind is spinning really fast... I don't need to interrupt... Klein sat beside him, holding a stick in one hand and a hat in the other, leisurely and at ease.

"There's no problem with that. During the cooking training, we will record those girls who are outstanding." The young lady smiled professionally, "Are there any other requirements?"

"Yes." Sensing Melissa's gaze, Benson swallowed, took out the piece of paper from his pocket, and read one by one.

The young woman listened in a daze, and it took a long time before she responded: "I, I'll go and sift through the information first, and recommend some handy maids who meet your requirements. I will lead them to your home to try it out, and then decide who to hire, of course, this will make you pay a little more to the association, and you need to prepare the ingredients yourself."

"Okay." Benson folded the paper and nodded politely.

The young woman stood up, took two steps to the office inside, then turned around, and said with a sneer, "Can you give me that piece of paper? I'm afraid I missed your request..."

"No problem." Benson replied with a smile.

After a while, the young lady in a light yellow dress came out with a stack of documents and handed them to Benson to choose.

These materials are marked with information such as the real name, year of birth, family situation, description of facial features, physical condition, past experience, corresponding characteristics and expected salary of the handyman.

Taking advantage of Benson and Melissa's chance to carefully review the documents, Elizabeth approached Klein and asked in a low voice, "Don't you have any requests?"

"Yes, but not specific enough." Klein said casually.

Elizabeth became more interested: "Then how would you choose?"

Klein laughed lowly, pointed to the pendulum hidden in the left cuff, and said, "Of course, write down the corresponding sentences, eliminate them one by one, and divination the one who is most suitable to be our chore maid."

"..." Elizabeth was stunned for a moment, and then she nodded in confusion after more than ten seconds, "The simplest and most effective way... I even forgot that you are..."

She didn't finish speaking, because Melissa was keenly aware of the whispering between the two, and cast her gaze over.

After taking a deep look at her friend and brother, Melissa showed an expression as if she was thinking.

Hey, sister, don't get me wrong! We were just communicating normally... Klein coughed lightly, took some of the materials on his own initiative, and flipped through them casually.

Soon, they finalized three candidates, and the price ranged from 4 soli 8 pence to 5 soli 2 pence per week.

Benson didn't bother to suppress the salary of the chore maid, but seriously discussed with the young lady the extra money that needed to be paid to the association.

After some friendly negotiations, he successfully changed this part of the fee from the two-week salary of the handyman to one week's salary, but he had to pay 1 soli for the association carriage fee for the other party to bring the handyman to try out housekeeping.

After finalizing this matter, Elizabeth said goodbye and left, and the three brothers and sisters returned to Daffodil Street in a public carriage.

Along the way, Klein felt very uncomfortable under Melissa's scrutiny. As soon as he entered the house, he was going straight to the second floor.

"Klein." Melissa stopped him, and said in a solemn tone after repeated thinking, "If you want to get engaged to Elizabeth, you need to work harder. Her father is an import and export businessman, and her mother It is from the baron, that is to say, the daughter of the lord..."

Wait, engaged? When did this happen? Klein looked at his sister blankly.

How far has she been worrying?

"No, we didn't..." Before Klein could finish his retort, Benson interrupted with a smile: "Although Elizabeth is indeed a little younger, and her family situation is much better than ours, but I think you are quite suitable, but you may have to wait a few years, she is studying in public school, her goal is to be admitted to university, and it will be at least six or seven years before she gets married, of course, you can get engaged first." JrNovels.com