Ask for an article on college cooking experience, which should be thoughtful, 1000 words or so, please!

After a short day of cooking, what I gained was moving, growing and a deeper understanding of life. At the same time, after work, there is more joy and happiness overflowing from the heart. This may not be a great feat, but it is enough to draw a brilliant stroke in my college life and make my life more perfect and fulfilling.

Once, I regarded eating as a normal thing, as if eating my meal had nothing to do with anyone. But until one day, when I saw that scene, my heart trembled. Suddenly a little sad and a little guilty. An aunt with gray temples carefully wiped the leftovers on the table in the restaurant, doing it silently, without asking, ignoring or helping, as if everything was taken for granted. However, who in this world is really worth doing something?

Perhaps it was God's will that created an opportunity for me to realize my little wish. In order to cultivate college students' practical ability, improve their comprehensive quality, enrich their after-school life, and promote the restaurant to serve students better, the school held a "little helper" activity for college students to help the kitchen. Faced with this opportunity, I submitted my application without hesitation, and was finally hired as a kitchen helper in the interview.

On the morning of helping the kitchen, the students were enthusiastic. Under the unified arrangement and command of the staff, everyone waited at the gate of the restaurant in an orderly way, waiting for the person in charge of the restaurant to explain the matters needing attention in the process of helping the kitchen, and then went to their own work after arrangement. I was arranged to follow an aunt to clean tables, chairs, sinks and stair handrails. Aunt kindly and patiently taught me, arranged work for me, and personally demonstrated. I picked up a steel ball, a rag and a bucket and started my work. Energetic, I carefully wiped every place and never let go of a corner. Some places are really dirty, like oil accumulated over the years, which is difficult to remove. But in fact, as long as you really put yourself into your work, you won't feel anything dirty. Because there is only one thought in my heart, that is, I want to clean it up. Table, chair, top, bottom, squat, stand up, bend over ... over and over again. Unconsciously, my waist began to sour, my legs began to numb, and my working speed slowed down obviously. Tired? Tired! But I think of those aunts who work all the year round. They keep cleaning day after day and year after year. They have lived so long that I can't do it this day?