Nanzhi nodded at An Wazi's appearance and waved to him: "Little baby, come here."

"Oh, OK." An Wazi nodded, got up and went in, and when he passed by the man, he whispered: "Uncle, I'm here."

The man didn't say anything, but just waved impatiently.

These two little girls looked so handsome. It would be nice if they could buy An Wazi back.

"What's your name? How old is this year?" Nanzhi asked, looking at An Wazi.

"My name is An Wazi, I am thirteen years old this year." An Wazi looked at Nanzhi and Shen Miaomiao a little embarrassed. He had never seen such a good-looking person before, and was afraid that he would say the wrong thing and let them not buy him.

"What did you do before?"

"I, I used to farm at home, and also feed cows." An Wazi held the corners of her clothes tightly with her hands and told her everything she knew.

"Okay, then would you like to follow us?" Nanzhi looked at An Wazi's eyes and said seriously.

An Wazi looked at the person in front of her and was so nervous that she didn't say anything for a long time.

"If you leave with us, you have to learn something, would you like?"

An Wazi nodded suddenly, afraid that she would miss the opportunity.

He was a baby in a small village outside Yancheng. When he was a child, he had no parents and only lived with his second uncle's family. But his second mother thought he had eaten too much and never liked him. Now that his cousin wants to marry a wife, he still has some money as a bride price, so he was sold here.

Although there are many people here, he can eat enough. My uncle told him that if someone buys it back, he must do things honestly and not be lazy, otherwise he will continue to be sold.

"Okay, come here to stand outside." Nanzhi smiled and waved, and Hu San hurriedly opened the door.

Uncle Ping stood aside and looked up at the sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Is there anyone else who I like?" An Wazi left the house, and Nanzhi turned her head to look at Shen Miaomiao again.

"That, the one in the corner." The little girl frowned and looked around again, then pointed to a white-faced boy inside and spoke.

Looking along her hand, Nanzhi was slightly stunned.

The boy was very beautiful, which made her feel familiar.

The young man was a little surprised when he was clicked out, but he didn't say anything. He just stood up slowly and moved a few steps towards the window.

The light shone on his face, and his face, which was a little bit small just now, suddenly became clear. Nanzhi was a little dazed for a moment. Why did this man look a little like Twelve?

But it's a little bit whiter than Twelve.

Shen Miaomiao was also stunned. She only felt that the boy looked familiar. She chose him more because in this room, his area was the cleanest, without the sloppy appearance of a few others, but he was not that kind of cold person.

The waiter in the store naturally needs to be able to speak and do things, but being too slippery may not be a good thing.

"Miss, do you want to buy me?" The boy did not look at Nanzhi, but stared at Shen Miaomiao.

"What will you do?"

"I used to serve people at the master's house." The boy was not honest, but he didn't have that kind of shrewd feeling. He just looked at Shen Miaomiao and answered.

When the people behind heard that they had served people, several men burst into laughter, which caused Hu San to frown.

The young man still looked at Shen Miaomiao without any influence.

Although Shen Miaomiao was a little shy, she still tried her best to calmly ask: "Can you be a waiter?"

The boy seemed to have never thought that the job he had bought would be a waiter. He was stunned for a moment and nodded in agreement: "Yes."

Seeing the two of them, Nanzhi sighed in her heart, but still called the boy out.

"I'll ask for these two together, you can calculate the price." Nanzhi looked at Hu San and smiled.

Hu San naturally understood the meaning when he looked at the smile on her face, so he could only sigh and said, "Then, I will calculate the cheaper for you. I will calculate the 18 taels of Uncle Ping."

After saying this, Hu San looked up at Nanzhi's expression, and did not see anything wrong, so he continued: "I will pay five taels of silver for this Anwa, and then I will pay seven taels of silver for Aze. There are thirty taels in total. Do you think it's okay?"

After calculating the similar price, Nanzhi did not cut the price anymore and just said, "Then it's thirty taels."

Seeing that they were about to leave, the people locked in the house could not hide their loss and retreated into the corner one after another.

Hu Sankang closed the door and asked happily: "The chef and waiter, we will meet in the afternoon, how about it?"

After looking at the sky, Nanzhi then responded to Shen Miaomiao: "See you in the afternoon."

A black shadow that had never moved in the wooden house heard them say the chef raised his head and shouted out the window with hope: "I, I can cook! I am the chef! I am the chef!"

After the words fell, there was no response. His face became even more lonely, he leaned against his head and staggered back to his position just now.

The man beside him looked at him with some disgust and moved aside.

"I want to be bought like this..."

"He also said he was a cook! I don't know which store would invite him..."

Some people sneered, but they heard it sincerely.

Nanzhi heard his words.

I took a step forward and looked back at the room where the sound had just come and thoughtfully.

Seeing that she didn't follow, Shen Miaomiao hurried over and asked in a low voice: "Sister Nanzhi, do we want to buy another one?"

"Go and have a look."

Nanzhi took Shen Miaomiao and returned to the house just now.

The man was curled up in a ball, but he heard a cold female voice.

"Who said he was the chef just now?"

He suddenly looked up and turned his head in disbelief.

"Yes, it's me, I used to be a chef."

As he spoke, he stood up again with difficulty, but hesitated whether to go over.

Even though it was a little dim in the invisible state, Nanzhi still saw the man's figure clearly.

Just this moment, my heart was slightly stunned.

The figure of that man was a bit strange.

"You come and talk."

The buyer spoke, and even if the man hesitated, he could only move over with a nervous heart.

The sunlight hit him, and Shen Miaomiao was a little scared, but she still resisted the move to retreat.

The man looked like he was in his thirties, his face was ordinary and had no characteristics, but his body was slanted.

Nanzhi could see a rough idea at once. He should have a natural spinal deformity, and he would subconsciously walk one high and one low. As for his back, his upper body was tilted to the side, which looked a little unnatural.

Seeing that they didn't speak, the man was at a loss. He guessed that it might be that they disliked him, so he spoke timidly: "If it doesn't work, then forget it."

"Do you know how to cook? In which shop did you work as a cook?"

Nanzhi didn't ask much about anything else, but just asked straight to the point and what he cared about the most.

"You know how to do it. I used to be a chef in a shop in the west of the city for two years. Later, they changed the shopkeeper and stopped doing it..."

The man was talking and did not dare to look up at Nanzhi and the others.

"Then can you go to the shop with us in the afternoon? I will hire two more chefs to check out your skills in the afternoon."

"Okay! OK!"

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Chapter completed!