I started a senior citizen university after being unemployed, and I became the favorite of my uncles

After two weeks of online classes, the snow stopped and the road was restored after snow shoveling and skiing.

Uncles and aunts are finally going back to school.

If we don't return to school, the teachers will go crazy.

The day we returned to school was the winter solstice, and Chef Wu, who hadn't worked for a long time, decided to make dumplings.

Originally, he wanted to bring everyone in the restaurant to pack it together, but now there are only four chefs and kitchen assistants in the restaurant, and the other three are still in their hometowns and cannot make it in time.

They can't mix half freshly packed and half frozen.

He could only ask Principal Lin for help. In Master Wu's eyes, Lin Qinglan was omnipotent and could always find a solution.

But the "all-powerful" Lin Qinglan doesn't know how to make dumplings.

Between learning on her own and finding another way out, Lin Qinglan chose to mobilize uncles and aunts to participate.

Eating homemade dumplings during the winter solstice is more of a ritual, and everyone is restless having just returned to school, so they are interested in anything that is not related to class.

There were not many uncles and aunts who had classes today, and those who were in school all showed great interest in making dumplings.

Those who did not have classes in the first period have already gathered in the restaurant one after another.

Old Fu has been feeling listless since morning.

During the two weeks of online classes, his behavior repeatedly jumped into Fu Lanshan's minefield.

He took turns playing mahjong with four bodyguards and even made one of them cry.

The 1.88-meter-tall strong man was so angry that he recorded a video to report them because it was not his turn to sit at the mahjong table.

On a snowy day, Old Fu used the antique vase that Fu Lanshan brought back from the auction to collect snow water, saying that he was collecting "snow dew" and drinking it would make him immortal.

This was the inspiration that Lao Fu got from his new hobby - novels about cultivating immortals.

The most hateful thing is that essay, which brought shame to the president of Fu Corporation.

Fu Lanshan scolded Old Fu, took away his beloved tricycle, and rode in the same tricycle with him to school in the morning.

Old Fu now has to be honest and find ways to please his rebellious son who holds the financial power.

He decided to let Fu Lanshan eat the dumplings he made himself and feel the deep fatherly love.

For this reason, Lao Fu was particularly positive: "Principal, I don't have to miss the second class. I must contribute to the school."

"Brother, you wish for that. The principal said that we have to take turns. Those who have classes in the second period will go back later."

Uncle Li, who knows Lao Fu best, gave him friendly advice: "If you take me with you to skip class, I won't report you."

"Forget it. We are in different classes. If you want to skip class, don't take me with you." Old Fu hurriedly distanced himself from the matter.

The two pushed each other and squeezed into the restaurant through the small door, shouting, "Master Wu, I'm here to help you!"

Master Wu came out smiling, but when he saw the duo, his smile froze and he asked doubtfully, "Can you two make dumplings?"

The two shook their heads in unison: "We can eat dumplings, but we've never made them."

"Can you two make dough?"

Uncle Li raised his hand weakly: "Does being able to smooth things over count?"

Master Wu looked at Lin Qinglan for help. He really couldn't think of where to put these two "big Buddhas".

"Uncle Fu and Uncle Li, go to the vegetable garden and bring back the chives that Aunt Zhong and the others have cut, pick them and wash them clean."

This job is most suitable for the two of them and there is no technical difficulty.

"We guarantee to complete the task." The two people agreed happily.

Aunt Zhong was also annoyed by Uncle Wang.

Uncle Wang held up his phone, recording the leeks being cut one by one, feeling so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe: "Little leeks, you grow in the fields. When I cut you, it hurts my heart. My leeks, my seedlings, my heart is pounding..."

"These leeks are not from your planting class's experimental field, so stop screaming and howling here." Aunt Zhong had been comforting him for ten minutes, but Uncle Wang didn't hear a word she said.

Even people with a good temper can't stand him, let alone the impatient Aunt Zhong.

Uncle Wang quickly put away his phone when he heard Aunt Zhong's words and apologized, "I'm crying over the wrong leeks, don't mind it, sister."

In fact, Uncle Wang’s main purpose is to shoot short videos.

"Come, I'll help you with the work."

He happened to meet Old Fu and Uncle Li who came to wash vegetables, and Uncle Wang acted as the supervisor.

Several old men from the physics class were arrested as "laborers" one after another, and even Teacher Yu was not spared.

As the vegetable washing team grew, some people were assigned to cut meat and vegetables.

There are two main types of dumpling fillings: vegetarian and meat, and Chef Wu is responsible for seasoning the dumpling fillings.

The preparation bowl in front of him was piled high with the stuffing.

The dumpling-making team lined up in a row, mainly divided into two groups of people: those working seriously and those joining in the fun.

Aunt Liang was wrapping dumplings in her hands and she was instructing Lao Fu, "When rolling the dumpling wrappers, you should roll them while turning them, not pressing them flat with a rolling pin. If you do this, the dumpling wrappers will be uneven in thickness and will break easily, and the vegetables inside will be exposed when cooked, and they won't taste good."

"The dumpling wrapper should at least be round. Yours is...neither square nor round." Aunt Liang found it difficult to comment on the uneven dough that Lao Fu had made.

"My requirements are not high, as long as it's edible." Old Fu is very confident in his cooking skills.

Anyway, it is for his son to eat, not him. As long as it looks like a dumpling, it doesn’t matter whether it tastes good or not, or whether it can be eaten. What matters is that his intention is conveyed.

"Maybe it's not cooked well, so forget it."

Aunt Liang said tactfully: "If you don't want to use the dough I rolled out, I'll teach you how to make it. It's very simple and you'll be able to do it once you learn it."

"No need. Everyone can make dumplings. I can do it easily. Just watch." Old Fu confidently took the thick dumpling wrapper and scooped a big dot of dumpling stuffing into it.

"Put the filling in, wrap it like this first, then pinch it... It's so simple, I can do it easily."

"Why is the stuffing exposed?" Old Fu looked at the torn dumpling skin and angrily pinched the flour paste on it. "It's a small problem. Look at me. Everything is under control."

He showed the white and green object to Aunt Liang, "I think it's edible, but it's a little ugly. I'm not going to eat it anyway, so I'll just make do with it."

Aunt Liang frowned and looked at it for a long time, unable to connect this thing with dumplings. "If you put it in the pot, it will become mushy, and the inside may not be cooked, so it can't be eaten."

In order to prevent Lao Fu from wasting food, he grabbed a small ball of dough and gave it to him: "Go practice over there, and when you improve your skills, you can come over and make dumplings. I'm busy now and can't take care of you."

Old Fu held his dough depressedly and found that Uncle Li, who had just said he didn't know how to make dumplings, could now roll out the dough as fast as Aunt Zhong.

Lin Qinglan found Old Fu in the corner and found him another job: "Uncle Fu, can you help me pour out the vinegar and soy sauce in the bucket? We will use them to make the dipping sauce later."

Old Fu's eyes lit up, he looked around with his hands behind his back, and asked a soul-searching question: "How can you dip dumplings without ketchup?"