Walking to Montreal

Walking to Montreal lt was Mother's Day. My uncle's restaurant was VERY busy. It seemed that every family took their mother out to eat that day. My uncle called me from the restaurant. " Henry, people are lining up outside, " he said. " Can you come to help out?” “ Sure! ” I stopped playing my computer game and went to the restaurant with my brother. All we had to do was bring food and water to the tables and take the dirty dishes away when the customers were finished eating.

走到蒙特利尔 那天是母亲节。我叔叔的餐馆很忙。似乎每个家庭都带着妈妈出去吃饭。我叔叔从餐厅打电话给我。“亨利，人们在外面排队，”他说。“你能来帮忙吗?”“当然!”我停止了玩电脑游戏，和我哥哥一起去了餐厅。 我们所要做的就是把食物和水端到桌子上，在顾客吃完后把脏盘子拿走。

The chefs and their helpers worked like crazy. The kitchen manager called out the orders. The kitchen helpers ran to get things in place. The chefs worked like magic, turning meats and vegetables into delicious food in just minutes. I don't remember how many times I brought things in and out through that kitchen door. I just remember that at the end of the day, my legs were very sore. l was really tired. The next day, I told my friends, " It felt like I walked all the way from Ottawa to Montreal. "

厨师和他们的助手们疯狂地工作。厨房经理大声发号施令。厨房的助手们跑去把东西放好。厨师们像魔术一样工作，将肉类和蔬菜在几分钟内变成美味的食物。 我不记得有多少次我从那扇厨房门拿东西进进出出。我只记得那天结束的时候，我的腿非常疼。 我真的很累。第二天，我告诉我的朋友们，“感觉就像我从渥太华一路走到了蒙特利尔。”