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Write a composition on the whole process of copying shredded potatoes.
Today, my parents are on a business trip and let me eat at home by myself. I readily agreed to them.

How time flies! In the blink of an eye, at noon, my stomach began to sing "Empty City Plan". What should I do? Fried beans with eggs, diced chicken with diced beans, or shredded potatoes ... I thought about it again and again in bed, oh! Stir-fried shredded potatoes. Yes, just stir-fry shredded potatoes.

At first, I washed the potatoes, peppers and ginger, and I will cut them soon. Suddenly I thought, no, I usually watch my mother stir-fry potatoes and peel them, so I use a fruit knife to peel them, but the potatoes seem to run in my hand, and just cut them twice and then they roll naughty. I catch up and hold it tightly, fix the front with my thumb, and separate the other four fingers a little, and then start peeling when I am ready. After a while, my potato grasping hand became stiff. The potato escaped from my palm again. Hey! I was angry when I looked at the disobedient potatoes. I just put them on the chopping board and peel them by hand. This method is really ingenious. Potatoes have never escaped. However, when I peeled off the skin and looked at the disobedient potato, it had become a deformed child and a dwarf, which was probably not enough for me to enjoy alone! Simply find another companion for it, so that I can successfully make a potato doll.

Next, it's time to shine. I picked up a lighter kitchen knife to cut potatoes. Although the knife I took is the lightest in our family, it is still a little big for me. In my hand, the knife doesn't work, and somehow, when I press it, the potato keeps moving. So, I was impatient, willy-nilly, chopping with a kitchen knife with my eyes closed, and stopped to have a look. Potatoes have no effect, but the chopping board has become scarred. I didn't intend to do it again, but vanity and desire to express drove me not to give up. I hold it down hard, cut it in half first, put the cut face down, and then hold it down with my hand. Now I am very happy. Potatoes seem to be nailed to the chopping board, motionless, and then cut into strips, much better than last time. Although, I don't cut it as finely as my father, there are grandpa potato, dad potato and grandson potato. This is a big family!

It's time to blow up I lit the fire and carefully poured peanut oil into the pot. After the oil foam disappears, I put the pepper first, and then carefully put the pepper and ginger into the pot. With the hissing, a pungent smoke came out of the pot. Smoke suddenly got into my nose like a naughty child and made me cough. I put the potatoes in the pot in a hurry, stirred them vigorously and put some vinegar in them. After a while, I cooked.

Eating my own fried shredded potatoes is not as delicious as my mother's, but I feel particularly fragrant in my heart. This is probably the pleasure of labor!