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

When Lin Qinglan found Lao Fu and the other two, they had already picked up the wrapping paper and takeout bags on the ground. They were walking back while talking and laughing, and met Lin Qinglan face to face.

"Uncle Fu, aren't you having stomach discomfort and unable to eat?" Lin Qinglan stared at the three of them with burning eyes full of suspicion.

Old Fu nudged Uncle Li with his elbow and asked him to defend himself.

"Why are you panicking? Don't lose your composure." Uncle Li glared at him with a look of disappointment, hid the bag in his hand behind his back, and spoke with a stiff upper lip:

"This is what Lao Liao and I eat."

"Brother Fu didn't have a good appetite. He didn't eat a single bite and just sat next to us watching us eat."

"Yes, it's all for the two of us to eat. It has nothing to do with Old Fu." Uncle Liao received the eye signals from the two people, stepped on the French fry packaging on the ground, stood at attention subconsciously, and reported loudly.

Uncle Liao felt that lying was wrong, but he couldn't lose his loyalty.

The three men were just eating French fries and shouting: "The road is wide, take the side; a brother is more important than anything else."

After just a few steps, you will experience the test of friendship.

They felt that as long as they refused to admit it, Old Fu could continue to pretend to be ill, and they all looked at Lin Qinglan with frank eyes.

Lin Qinglan took out toilet paper from her pocket and handed it to Lao Fu.

"Why are you giving me paper?" Old Fu didn't understand and held the tissue in his hand.

Uncle Li next to him turned around and snatched the paper, slapping it on Lao Fu's face, while explaining awkwardly: "Principal Lin is concerned about you. Look how hot it is, brother, you are sweating, hurry up and wipe it off."

"I'm not sweating." Lao Fu retorted subconsciously.

Uncle Li lowered his voice and warned, "Shut up and don't talk. You haven't wiped the ketchup off your mouth."

"We've been exposed. It would be too much of a stretch to keep pretending."

"Now we can only use this last resort."

"Brother, you actually have a backup plan. You really have a good brain." Old Fu's mind was filled with the thought that he was doomed. Suddenly, when he heard that Uncle Li still had a solution, he looked at him expectantly.

"What's the solution? Tell me now."

"My son is probably on the plane back home, and I absolutely cannot let him find out that I'm faking illness."

"As long as we can get through this disaster together, we will be good brothers for life. You must save me!"

Uncle Li wiped the sweat off his forehead and calmly instructed: "Listen to my instructions and count down to three first."

Old Fu was delighted and counted down eagerly: "Three, two..."

"Old Liao, run!" Uncle Li grabbed Uncle Liao, who was out of the situation, and ran away.

Uncle Liao picked up the bag of French fries on the ground while running.

Holding it so openly in her hand, it was difficult for Lin Qinglan to pretend not to see it.

Of the thirty-six strategies, running away is the best. When disaster strikes, everyone flies away.

Old Fu, who is still counting down, finally has to face it alone with nowhere to escape.

"Principal, I can still explain. Please listen to my excuse." Old Fu struggled desperately.

Lin Qinglan stood with her arms folded, ready to see what other excuses Old Fu could come up with.

"Actually, I just want to change my taste and eat hamburgers and fries once in a while to satisfy my craving."

"But... I still can't eat now."

"Really?" Lin Qinglan had already guessed that Old Fu was pretending to be sick. In order to teach him a profound lesson, Lin Qinglan deliberately joked with him, "Uncle Fu, I know a very famous doctor who specializes in treating the problem of not being able to eat. His last name is Mai."

"Principal Lin, I was wrong. Let me tell you the truth. I was just pretending."

Old Fu couldn't come up with a reason, so he just gave up.

Lin Qinglan wanted to laugh but felt that the occasion was not right. However, the system in her mind was laughing like a big goose.

"Host, did you hear what he said? He said he was pretending."

"Why is this old man so interesting? If I had a physical body, I would definitely become his sworn brother."

"This abstract skill is so profound. Without him, who will make me laugh? He is my good uncle for life."

Lin Qinglan said seriously: "Uncle Fu, since you told me the truth, I will tell you the truth too."

"Your son said he would take you to see a doctor."

"No, I won't go. I'm not sick."

Old Fu denied it three times in a row. If Fu Lanshan found out that he was pretending to be sick and secretly ordering takeout, his reputation would be ruined.

"He is abroad and can't come back today. It's Butler Li who is here."

"That's fine. I can just go home. I'll go to the school gate now."

Old Fu walked forward stiffly, his hands and feet trembling.

"But, he said he would be home tomorrow afternoon."

Old Fu avoided Lin Qinglan's gaze awkwardly and fled.

"Principal Lin, I'm sorry. I won't dare to do it again next time."

The surveillance outside the wall was not installed in vain. The security guard on duty called her as early as when they put up the pole.

Lin Qinglan knew that they were hiding here to eat takeout, but she didn't expect Uncle Fu to pretend to be dead.

When Dr. Fang called back the next day, Lin Qinglan happened to be in the school clinic looking at the results of the physical examinations for common diseases among the elderly that the uncles and aunts had done some time ago.

Dr. Fang, who was always serious and calm, slammed the table and laughed after hanging up the phone.

"How is Uncle Fu? Is he okay?" Lin Qinglan asked.

"There's nothing wrong with him. It's just that eating one meal and skipping another is not good for his stomach."

Dr. Fang regained the objectivity and calmness of a professional doctor.

"It's the same as my diagnosis. Uncle Fu is not only healthy, but also has a good appetite."

"I took him out for a checkup yesterday and prescribed some medicine. I'll come back for a checkup next Thursday."

"You said you're not sick, so why do you need to take medicine?"

"Prescription for KFC, review for Crazy Thursday."

"Doctor Fang, you've learned bad things. Now you even have a sense of dry humor." Lin Qinglan rubbed the goose bumps on her arms.

Mr. Fu was criticized when he got home for a whole day. When he returned to school, he received concern from his classmates and was embarrassed.

The takeaway incident stopped for a while, but the uncle and aunt still didn’t eat well in the restaurant.

Chef Wu complained to her: "Recently, a few students have been coming to the restaurant with plastic bags and putting their unfinished meals into them."

“Maybe the elderly are used to being frugal and think it’s a waste to throw away the food they don’t finish,” Lin Qinglan explained.

"No, the truth of the matter is not that simple."

Chef Wu was possessed by Sherlock Holmes and began to analyze clues for Lin Qinglan.

"The school's food supply is basically enough for everyone to eat, and there won't be too much left over. Some people still don't get enough."

"Based on my previous observations, Aunt Zhong and Aunt Du don't usually have so much food left over."

“They also don’t have the habit of bringing plastic bags to the canteen.”

"I contacted the teacher who taught the class, and Auntie Zhong and the others did not bring leftovers into the classroom."

"That is to say, the food packed in the plastic bags disappeared after leaving the cafeteria."

"Principal, don't you think this is unusual?"

"I'm sure the truth is not far from me."