The Busy Friday Night
A packed diner and orders flying everywhere
It is Friday night, and the diner is .
Every table is , and people are waiting outside.
The new chicken bowl is bringing many customers in.
I am cooking three dishes at the same time.
Steam is rising, and the kitchen is very hot.
My friend Mika is helping me at the tonight.
"Carry this bowl to table three!" I .
"Bring more water to the family at table five!"
Mika is running between the tables very fast.
Orders are coming in, and the board is .
At seven o'clock, more people .
On Friday nights, young workers eat after their jobs.
"Cut the vegetables ," I tell Mika.
"Add more rice to this bowl," I say again.
The pots are boiling, and the plates are ready.
I am carrying four bowls on one big .
In one hour, we serve more than thirty people.
My hands are tired, but my heart is happy.
At nine o'clock, the last customers finally leave.
Mika and I are cleaning the tables together.
"We did it," she says with a big smile.
The diner is again on this night.