Uncle Li didn't understand what Fina and Snowy Lionet were talking about. He just thought that Fina's movements were very interesting, and he had heard that cats could step on breasts, so he casually mentioned it. Seeing that Fina didn't step on breasts anymore, he regretted not taking a picture with his phone.
Zhang Zian walked to the basin and saw several clear paw prints on the dough. He felt like this was a good opportunity to flatter Uncle Li, so he immediately waved his hand and called Uncle Li over.
"Uncle Li, look at this." He pointed at the paw prints on the dough. "Now that your shop has changed its signboard, why don't you make a logo? What do you think of using one of the paw prints as a logo? When the dough is dry and hard, make a mold and print it next to 'Li's Supreme Snack Bar for Cat Fanciers.' "
Uncle Li was surprised. He thought that a signboard was enough for his small shop, and it didn't seem necessary to make a logo. However, he couldn't refuse Zhang Zian's request, so he nodded and agreed.
Zhang Zian didn't think it was unnecessary, and he suggested that they not only print paw prints on the signboard, but also on their aprons, or wear a claw-print badge. This way, in Fina's opinion, it was equivalent to looking after the shop. If it took care of the shop from time to time, Uncle Li and his wife would benefit a lot.
Fina was obviously satisfied with this suggestion. This was its imperial kitchen, so it should leave its mark.
It jumped off the table and patrolled around the kitchen majestically, as if it was inspecting its own territory. Snowy Lionet followed closely behind it.
Zhang Zian took the opportunity to lower his voice and pointed at the dough. "Don't just use a paw print to fool me. It must be the paw print on the dough."
If Fina finds out that she has been fooled, she will be very angry, and it will be self-defeating.
Uncle Li nodded and agreed.
Since there was nothing else to do, Zhang Zian said goodbye and left the kitchen with Fina and Snowy Lionet.
The girls in the restaurant were still playing with the cats, taking selfies, and taking pictures of each other. They didn't eat much. The girls ate slowly, and they were playing with the cats. Zhang Zian estimated that if business was good, they would have to wait in line.
"If only I could suck these two cats." A girl pointed at the arrogant Fina and Snowy Lionet, full of envy and regret.
"Exactly! They are so cute! "The other girls echoed.
"But how is this cat trained? Why are you obediently following behind him? "Some girls were puzzled.
Zhang Zian ignored them. He took Fina and Snowy Lionet back to the pet shop and brought back lunch.
Richard was so focused on the screen that it realized something was wrong when Zhang Zian entered the door. It flapped its wings and flew up. Lu Yi Yun panicked and switched to another window. As if she was trying to hide something, she said, "The cards have been printed. The store said they will be delivered today."
"Okay, I'll ask Wang Qian and Li Kun to paste it." Zhang Zian nodded.
"Meow meow meow! I'm so tired! I want to eat! I'm going to sleep! "Snowy Lionet jumped onto the cat tree and couldn't wait to lie down, with a helpless look on its face.
Fina also jumped onto the highest level of the cat tree and lay down to bask in the sun.
He distributed food to the elfins and pets. Seeing that there was nothing going on in the shop for the time being, he took his lunchbox and walked to the second floor to check on Pi's condition.
Pi was still sitting in front of the computer, typing with its fingers together. When it encountered difficulties, it would flip through the untitled book.
"Pi, how many words have you written?" he asked with concern.
"Eeek …"
Pi lowered its head in embarrassment and covered its face with its hands. Because it was too excited to calm down, its writing speed was much slower than usual, and it only wrote a few hundred words.
"It's okay. Stand up and move around." Zhang Zian understood its feelings and comforted it.
Pi nodded.
"Right, what time is the recommendation spot?" he asked.
Pi stretched out two fingers.
"Two o 'clock in the afternoon?" He looked at the time. There was still about an hour left.
Pi jumped off the chair and walked around the living room with its limbs as an activity.
Zhang Zian sat down and entered the backend of the website. He saw that Pi already had nearly 1,000 favorites, and people were constantly leaving messages of encouragement and recommendation votes. He noticed that there was a comment that gave a kind opinion.
[Dumpling]: The author wrote very well, but there are some typos in the beginning that affect the reading experience. It would be better if they could be corrected, but the flaws do not outweigh the virtues.
Is that so?
He had basically experienced the plots written by Pi, so he read quickly and didn't pay much attention to the typos. Now that the reader reminded him, he felt that he had to pay attention to this problem.
He switched to Pi's original Word document and read it word by word from the beginning.
Soon, he found that there were indeed many typos in the document, and the more he read, the more typos there were. Maybe it was because Pi was not used to typing Chinese at first.
Other than typos, Pi would type an inexplicable number every few hundred words.
"3 … 1 … 4 … 1 … 5 … 9 … 2 … 6 …"
As expected, when he connected these numbers, it was pi. He felt ashamed when he thought that the readers might be bothered by these inexplicable numbers while reading. The readers might think that there was a deeper meaning to these numbers, but in fact, there wasn't. Well, maybe there was a deeper meaning, but even he didn't understand it. The only thing he knew was that Meng Li had returned to his hometown for the New Year. He didn't know Meng Li's phone number, and he didn't want to disturb him. After all, they weren't familiar with each other.
Maybe some readers would give up because of these typos and numbers …
Pi walked around the room a few times, then returned to the computer, wanting to continue writing.
"Wait, Pi, you didn't sleep well last night, did you? Take a nap first, and I'll use the computer, "he said.
Pi rolled its eyes, and remembered that the computer belonged to Zhang Zian. Although it had been using it, it didn't actually belong to it. It only had the temporary right to use the computer.
It became a little depressed, and even blamed itself. It felt that it had been occupying the computer all the time, which might have affected Zhang Zian's normal use.
"Eeek." It nodded listlessly, and jumped into the basket hammock chair.
"Sleep for a while," Zhang Zian urged. "Don't worry, we still have half a day to write."
Pi lay on its side in the basket hammock chair, and closed its eyes as Zhang Zian said. But the noon sun was a little strong, and it was shining on its body. Even with the curtains drawn and its eyes closed, it could still see red. So it pulled the small blanket up to cover its head, and its vision finally became dark.
It lay with its eyes closed. It didn't know how much time had passed, but it was very sleepy. It wanted to sleep, but it couldn't, because it was very excited. The increasing number of favorites kept appearing in its mind, and it recalled every comment from the readers, including encouragement and criticism. Its mood was like the sea in a storm.
After lying down for a while, it opened its eyes, and quietly opened the blanket a little. It wanted to see if Zhang Zian had finished using the computer. If he had, it wanted to continue writing its novel. In the past, its update time was very random, and it would update whenever it finished writing. But when readers left comments asking when it would update every day, it was speechless, and tried to fix the time as much as possible.
Before, when there were no readers, it was not interested, but now that there were readers, it was even more anxious, afraid of letting them down.
A bright light shone through the gap in the blanket. Pi squinted its eyes and looked out. Seeing that Zhang Zian was still using the computer, it couldn't help but feel anxious.
The basket hammock chair and the desk were almost next to each other. It could see that Zhang Zian was staying in the background interface of the website, and was very focused on browsing the previous chapters.
Pi blinked its eyes in confusion, not knowing what he was doing.
Zhang Zian carefully read every word and sentence, and didn't notice half of Pi's eyes peeking out from under the blanket. His lips opened and closed silently, and he read silently. Not only was he correcting the wrong words, but he was also correcting some sentences that didn't have obvious language problems, but were not very smooth to read, to make them more catchy, and some dialogues that were too written were changed to be more colloquial.
This was a heavy task. Pi had already written about 110,000 words. It needed to revise all 110,000 words before it went up to the recommendation spot, in order to leave a better first impression on the new readers. Maybe this work was not very meaningful, since most people read online novels at a glance, but it was the only thing he could do for Pi at the moment.
As he read, Pi finally understood what he was doing. Its anxiety was like being blown away by a gentle breeze, and it became quiet.
Because almost no one read it before, Pi would immediately upload a chapter after it finished writing, and didn't check it after it was uploaded. Before, some readers had complained about the wrong words, but these slightly annoying comments were ignored by Pi, who was in a good mood.
The work that it ignored was being completed by Zhang Zian for it.
Zhang Zian was getting more and more anxious. He regretted that he had not thought of this earlier. He had only thought of it right before the recommendation spot was up. Seeing that it was getting closer to 2 p.m., he put all of his focus on scanning every sentence on the screen without any distractions.
The sun quietly moved in the sky, and the shadow cast by the desk on the floor slowly deviated and lengthened.
"Phew …"
Zhang Zian breathed a sigh of relief, tiredly leaning against the back of the chair, and wiped his face. He looked at the time, and finally finished checking all the wrong words and sentences in the chapters at around 2: 10 p.m.
He went back to the homepage of the website, and then entered the urban section. In the "popular category," he found the name of "Pet King," and a very concise introduction: "Catch a few magical pets as companions."
The other popular category recommendations were all newcomers like Pi, and there was no legendary website guru. He felt that if nothing unexpected happened, Pi should be able to pass the first round of recommendations.
At the same time, under the blanket, Pi moved slightly.
"Pi, are you asleep? Get up, your novel is being recommended! "He yawned, but said excitedly.
"Eeek."
Pi lifted the blanket and sat up, putting its palms together by its ear, and gestured a sleeping posture, which meant, "I slept well."
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