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

Uncle Liao was temporarily placed in the male teachers' dormitory building.

His nephew was taken away by the police station for criticism and education for insulting a veteran.

Several male teachers spontaneously went to help Uncle Liao pack his luggage.

Uncle Liao no longer has to ride his bicycle 10 kilometers to go to class. Now he rides around the school 10 times instead.

On the eve of the Double Ninth Festival, not only the teachers and uncles and aunts who were rehearsing were busy, but also Chef Wu in the cafeteria.

Chef Wu said that their canteen also wants to make a contribution during the Double Ninth Festival. Chef Wu is from southern Jiangsu, and the traditional food for the Double Ninth Festival there is Chongyang Cake.

So we proposed to make a giant Chongyang cake that would be enough for everyone in the school.

Chongyang cake is actually a pastry made of rice flour. It is not difficult to make, but their giant Chongyang cake is so large that even the mold has to be customized.

Fortunately, the steamer in the cafeteria is big enough.

On the day when the finished round mold was brought into the school, it attracted the attention of teachers and students.

The next step is to buy enough rice flour, white sugar, green and red silk, osmanthus syrup, and various vegetable and fruit powders for making color.

On the morning of the Double Ninth Festival, the stage in the front yard began to be set up early.

The backyard restaurant was also busy.

The show starts at 4pm and lasts for two hours.

Chef Wu’s Chongyang Cake must be delivered to the front yard before the end of the performance.

After finishing lunch, Chef Wu led the chefs in the kitchen to start sifting rice noodles.

Because the mold is too large, the amount of rice flour used is also large.

The chefs each hold a filtering sieve and start working at the same time.

Lin Qinglan is in charge of overall coordination today, running back and forth between the front and back yards. The specific content has been assigned, and what she has to do is to confirm the progress and respond to emergencies.

In the backyard canteen, Chef Wu enthusiastically showed her the customized pastry mold.

"Principal Lin, there's no problem on my side. You just need to wait to eat the Chongyang Cake." Chef Wu patted his chest and promised.

"It will take about an hour and a half from now until we get into the steamer. How are the preparations for the performance in the front yard going?"

Lin Qinglan couldn't help but smile when she thought of this: "Everyone was so enthusiastic that they rushed over at noon."

"In the past, it was the parents who watched their children perform, but now it's the children who watch their parents perform. It's such a new and interesting thing, I want to go and see it." Chef Wu was also laughing.

"When I'm done, I'll go to the front yard to see what's going on."

The front yard was bustling with activity.

Before the cultural performance, there was an art exhibition and parent-child making of dogwood sachets.

Lin Qinglan saw many familiar faces.

Old Fu put his hands behind his back and looked up and down at Fu Lanshan, who was dressed in a suit and tie, with a look of disdain: "You are dressed so fancy, are you going to perform or am I going to perform?"

Fu Lanshan was very tolerant of Lao Fu's occasional sarcasm and his expression did not change at all: "I turned down a contract worth tens of millions just to watch your performance."

"What do you mean? I'm not worth tens of millions?" Old Fu was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.

Fu Lanshan motioned for him to look behind.

When Lao Fu turned around, he saw a camera pointed at it, and there was a microphone for recording right above it.

"Dad, let me make a simple personal documentary for you and play it on repeat downstairs in the company."

Fu Lanshan made the purchase of millions of dollars’ worth of professional documentary equipment sound as simple as adding a dish to lunch.

He even brought a drone, but Lin Qinglan also prepared a drone, but he did not take it out to avoid flight trajectory conflicts.

"Focus on this painting and take a close look." Fu Lanshan pointed at Lao Fu's paintings. "Half of them were painted by me. I have the right to sign my name."

"I want to buy this painting and hang it in the living room of the old house."

"Shut up. You keep talking about money. Are you afraid that others don't know you have money in your pocket?"

"Dad, this is not what you taught me. I can express my unexpressible love with money. Do you feel it?"

Aunt Liang's son and daughter-in-law took leave and rushed home to watch Aunt Liang's performance.

Aunt Liang is now introducing them to Lin Qinglan.

Aunt Du held up her phone to take a video. "Yuanyuan, you have a tight schedule in high school, so you can't come today. Grandma will record the whole process for you."

Uncle Li and Teacher Li were arguing.

"Dad, why don't you go put on a show?"

"What I learned is not convenient to show. Other teachers have their own programs, why don't you sign up for one?"

“What I teach is not convenient to demonstrate.”

Aunt Zhong's whole family came out, and Cai Yunyun customized a cheering light board for Aunt Zhong and also bought glow sticks.

"Mom, I will take beautiful photos of you tonight." Cai Yunyun used an eyebrow pencil to fill in Aunt Zhong's eyebrows and handed the light board to her father to show.

"I specially customized it for you. I guarantee that you will be the most beautiful person in the whole school."

"Alright, alright, you don't have to draw your eyebrows so dark. I'm going up there to play the piano, and I can't see my face clearly unless I look up." Aunt Zhong smiled and slapped Cai Yunyun's hand away: "If you keep drawing, I'll have the same eyebrows as Crayon Shin-chan."

Old Cai draped the light board over his shoulders and walked around the mother and daughter. "How is it? Do you look like a qualified little fan?"

"I'm going to go fishing tonight to celebrate your mom's performance."

Life is full of laughter and joy, but some people are always worried.

Yuting danced her solo over and over again in the dance studio. She knew that the protagonists today were the uncles and aunts, but she also had to dance to her best level and not lose face for the Evergreen teachers.

Aunt Song Man watched from the door and encouraged her: "Yuting, you have to have confidence in your own abilities."

"Aunt Song, I haven't been on stage for almost 4 years." Yu Ting tugged at the corner of her clothes nervously.

"You said you started performing on stage at the age of 4. You have been on many stages, big and small. You are not lacking in experience or hard work. What you lack is confidence and luck." Song Man comforted the sensitive junior and patted her shoulder gently.

"I've seen you dance the 'South of the Colorful Clouds' dance many times, and there's absolutely no problem with it."

“Relax and show yourself on stage.”

"Believe me, you dance beautifully."

Yuting looked up timidly and met Aunt Song Man's determined gaze, as if she saw the teacher who taught her how to dance.

At that time, it was also a pair of warm hands that kept telling her firmly: "You are a natural dancer and belong to the stage. Feel free to shine boldly."

Amid the anxious wait, the first Chongyang Festival Gala of Evergreen University officially began.