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

Uncle Wang’s ancestors were carpenters. He saved up some money with his skills and bought a house in the city.

He was very famous in his hometown, and many people came to him for help in making furniture.

His hometown is a famous sweet potato producing province, and everyone who comes here brings big and small bags of sweet potatoes.

My family eats sweet potatoes every year, and we eat them in different ways, such as steamed, baked, and candied.

Yesterday, a neighbor from my hometown called my son to order wedding furniture and asked his son to deliver 50 kilograms of sweet potatoes.

Uncle Wang promised to find time to make it for them after school.

The next day, he drove his small tractor and loaded the sweet potatoes into the school.

But we couldn’t let everyone eat it raw, so we came up with the idea of roasting the sweet potatoes.

Uncles and aunts gathered together to discuss the matter.

"It tastes better when roasted. Find an empty place, dig a pit, light a fire, and throw the sweet potatoes in."

"After you peel off the charred skin of the baked sweet potato, you will find that the inside is fragrant and sweet. It is so blissful to take a bite of it."

Aunt Zhong's keen sense of food allowed her to be the first to suggest the most appropriate cooking methods.

"It's a good idea, but the quantity is a bit too much, and we need to dig a big hole." Aunt Liang carefully analyzed the feasibility.

Uncle Li patted his chest and said confidently: "That's not a problem. We have Brother Liao. He is very strong."

Uncle Liao clenched his fists and was eager to try: "It just so happens that I haven't exercised much today. Where can I find a shovel? Let's start now."

Everyone looked at each other, forgetting that they were at school. Where could they find a shovel?

Uncle Wang slapped his forehead and said, "We have it in our physics class."

Then he asked another uncle from the "Five Golden Steels" to go upstairs and get it.

"What on earth did you hide in the physics class? Why are there even shovels?" Uncle Li asked curiously.

"We bought the shovel because we needed to steal soil from the school for our previous experiments."

There were five tools in total. Once the tools were in place, Uncle Liao led everyone to start digging the hole.

The rest of the people divided the work, some went to the restaurant to borrow a large basin, and some picked out the bad sweet potatoes.

Along with Daben came Chef Wu, who had just finished lunch and had nothing to do in the afternoon.

"You want to roast sweet potatoes? There's a big oven in the kitchen. You can just take them to the restaurant and roast them." Chef Wu said, telling the uncles to stop digging holes.

Everyone was busy moving the sweet potatoes, and in the panic they did not forget to fill the holes they had just dug.

"Should we tell Principal Lin?"

"Principal Lin doesn't know yet. If I tell you, there won't be any surprises."

Many people on the way here saw them roasting sweet potatoes.

The sweet potatoes were moved by the security captain, the oven was provided by Chef Wu, and the cleaning was done by the restaurant's logistics staff.

Many teachers have heard it from the uncles and aunts who were watching the scene. Only Lin Qinglan, who was so busy in the office, and the students in the Chinese painting class who were concentrating on painting were kept in the dark.

The uncles and aunts formed an assembly line and washed the sweet potatoes skillfully.

After washing, the sweet potatoes are free of dirt, revealing their reddish-brown skin.

These sweet potatoes are of uniform size, plump, and look delicious.

The sweet potatoes are put into the oven, and two ovens are working at the same time.

With the help of the oven, you don’t have to keep an eye on the sweet potatoes as they are put in.

Uncles and aunts in the restaurant learned from Chef Wu how to make delicious dishes.

Until I was attracted by the overbearing sweet smell of roasted sweet potatoes.

Although it has only been a few hours since I had dinner, I am still greedy.

They stood in front of the oven and looked inside curiously.

He looked at Chef Wu expectantly, waiting for his order.

"Don't be impatient, let me see if they're cooked." Chef Wu first observed the state of the roasted sweet potatoes.

Then I put on gloves and opened the oven. The hot steam mixed with fragrance quickly filled the air around me.

Chef Wu poked it with chopsticks and it was very soft and sticky.

The people around swallowed unconsciously.

When they were young, their conditions were not good, but they ate a lot of sweet potatoes, and roasted sweet potatoes were not a rare thing for them.

But it’s hard to resist such fragrant and sweet roasted sweet potatoes.

Uncle Li was anxious and wanted to take action, but Uncle Liao slapped him away, "Be careful, it's hot!"

Uncle Liao’s very firm admonition made Uncle Li withdraw his hand immediately and watch attentively.

They all knew that Uncle Liao was strong and his beatings hurt a lot.

After waiting for a while, Chef Wu said, "It's cooked. You can eat it now."

The get out of class just ended.

The uncles and aunts first picked out some good-looking ones and left them for the students who worked hard in the Chinese painting class.

The other person brought some and brought it to the classroom to share with everyone.

The teaching building was filled with fragrance, and Lin Qinglan thought she was hallucinating.

"Principal Lin, come and eat some roasted sweet potatoes."

Aunt Liang and Aunt Zhong knocked on the door and came in, handing her a roasted sweet potato dripping with molasses.

For Lin Qinglan, who was so busy that she forgot to eat lunch, their arrival was like a ray of light.

The sweet potato is still warm in my hand, and the fragrance goes straight to my head.

When she put it to her mouth, she suddenly remembered: "Where did this sweet potato come from?"

Aunt Liang explained the whole story to her.

"You've worked hard, but please be aware that digging a pit in the yard to roast sweet potatoes is dangerous. It's better to go to the restaurant with Chef Wu to roast them."

People always say "old child". When the elderly get old, there are some things that do need to be taken care of and carefully reminded.

Lin Qinglan felt that she had become more talkative.

The uncles and aunts listened patiently without getting tired of it.

"Let's go and see how the Chinese painting class is doing."

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In front of the graffiti wall, Lao Fu was eating a roasted sweet potato with hearty taste. While chewing, he said, "This roasted sweet potato smells so good. Where did you buy it?"

"Such a delicious thing, should I break off half and leave it for my son to taste?"

Mr. Fu felt very satisfied with his own thoughtfulness.

His son will surely be moved to tears when he receives the roasted sweet potatoes and the handsome picture of him that he drew after spending several days drawing it.

After eating the sweet potatoes, everyone gave thumbs up, and many people asked Uncle Wang where he bought it?

Uncle Wang gave them the contact information of his neighbors in his hometown. After that day, the growers in the village received many orders and sold a large amount.

Lin Qinglan ate sweet potatoes while admiring the works of the Chinese painting class.

The paintings of the uncles and aunts are the most beautiful "brocade". When no one is around at night, the Chinese painting teacher secretly comes over to add a few strokes to "finish the icing on the cake".

The Chinese painting teacher will not change the original paintings of the uncles and aunts, but will just add some things on the basis to make the picture look more coordinated.

Because of the height, there is a large area of white space at the top, which looks quite beautiful.

These are three walls of Chinese painting graffiti full of creativity and imagination.

Lin Qinglan was amazed at the strength of her uncles and aunts.

Especially the two abstract ones, which have a strange harmony between beauty and ugliness and are very worth appreciating from an artistic perspective.

We just need to wait for the uncles and aunts in the calligraphy class to be able to write complete characters and then come over to add brush calligraphy on the wall, and these three "cultural walls" will be completed.

There was an even bigger surprise waiting for her in a few days.