She doesn't want to pretend anymore

When Xu Wang talked about this, he couldn't help but sneer: "I will be eating state food in the future, do I want that opportunity?"

Ever since something went wrong in the international competition and he was forced to leave the provincial team, Xu Wang never thought about going again.

I am even more disheartened with the national team.

Not to mention that there is a better place to go, even if there is none, he would never turn back.

"It may not only be the provincial team that compensated you, but the Yao family also played a role in this. They are afraid that Grandpa Xu will use his connections to cause trouble for the Yao family and the provincial team."

This is judging a noble man by one's own mean character.

Grandpa Xu might cause trouble for the Yao family, but he would never make things difficult for the provincial team.

Because, he was the one who nodded his head to that decision in the first place.

If he had had a little selfishness at the beginning and wanted to protect his grandson, those people would have kept Xu Wang.

There is no need to say more to Xu Wang about this.

Soon, the last dish came up, and Manshu ate a lot under the warm hospitality of the two elders.

After the meal, Xu Wang started to chase people away.

She was forced to deliver the transfer agreement to Yang Le.

Manshu: "...Are you sure you want to give him the house? This house may not be worth much now. But in three to five years, the price of the house in the city center will definitely double."

Even if the price doubles, you may not be able to buy it.

This is also the reason why Manshu advised Xu Wang.

If she didn't already have three houses, she would have wanted to exchange Xu Wang's house for herself and use the money to compensate Yang Le.

"Didn't I say that? A house, can't I earn enough money in the future?"

Manshu hesitated to speak: "..." You really can't earn it.

Even if it's a special department, the salary is still fixed, right?

Although the risk is high and the benefits may be better, they are unlikely to be much higher than those of talents in regular state-owned enterprises.

However, seeing Xu Wang so confident, Manshu really couldn't bear to hit him.

The Yang family’s restaurant is actually located in a village in the city.

This caught her a little off guard.

They are not located in the center of the urban village, but opposite a middle school in the urban village.

It is not the same street where Manshu bought the house before.

However, she remembered that this street was the only one in the urban village that had not been demolished, and it retained the characteristics of an old street. In the future, it will become a tourist attraction for internet celebrities to check in, with a strong sense of nostalgia.

Of course, it may also be that although the houses here are old, they are not dilapidated, and none of them are dangerous buildings.

After going down the slope, the first restaurant you see is Yang’s.

"Boss, give me two taels of beef noodles."

Before Manshu arrived, he heard someone shouting.

"Boss, give me a braised egg, peel it and put it in the noodles."

"Boss, stir-fry some pickled cabbage and pork shreds, and add some braised eggplant. Hurry up, I need to eat and go back home soon."

"..."

Yang Le's small restaurant was unexpectedly lively.

When Manshu walked over, he saw Yang Le limping and serving noodles to the guests.

He actually only had a slight limp in his foot, which was not noticeable unless you paid close attention.

Although Yang Le no longer practiced martial arts, he was still sharp. When he noticed someone was looking at him, he turned around and met Manshu's eyes.

"Why are you here?"

Yang Le served the noodles to the guests and then walked towards Manshu.

Manshu noticed that when Yang Le walked towards her, a short-haired girl who was eating noodles stared at them.

That look in her eyes was as if Manshu was trying to snatch something from her.

"Xu Wang asked me to give this to you."

Manshu didn't beat around the bush. He just found a stool to sit on and handed over the house transfer agreement in his hand.

"What is this?" Yang Le's hands were still stained with oil from the noodle soup, so he didn't take the food.