At noon, I came home from school and my mom was not yet back. My stomach was already growling, what should I do? I was too hungry to resist, so I had to learn the way my mom taught me to fry shredded potatoes. I went to the kitchen and tied my apron around me.

I first took out two potatoes from the cupboard, peeled the skin and washed it clean, then began to cut the shredded potatoes. After fifteen minutes of bloodshed, tired and sweaty, finally cut good. Look at the chopping board, this is still shredded potatoes, it is clearly a potato stick! I don't want to eat shredded potatoes, so I'll eat potato sticks instead! It's the same, it's made from potatoes, so I don't care! Then I turned on the gas stove, adjusted the heat, and then put the potato sticks into the pot one by one, used a spatula to turn the potato sticks around in the pot, put a little bit of vinegar, and then put too much vinegar! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.

I thought about it, and then I realized that sugar can solve the vinegar, so I put some sugar, oops! Not good, sugar is too much, it will be very sweet. Then I put salt, put some chili. And so on and on, the house . I almost finished the ingredients. The potatoes were fried, and some black smoke was coming out of the window. When my mom came back, she saw black smoke coming out of the window of her house for no reason and thought there was a fire, so she rushed home. At first glance, it turned out to be me frying shredded potatoes, and said, "You naughty boy, I'll teach you to fry again." I seriously looked at my mom's fried shredded potatoes, I think next time I will do a good job.