Uncle Li didn't understand what Fina and the Snow Lion were saying, he just thought Fina's movements were very interesting, plus hearsay that cats would step on milk, so he said it casually, and when he saw that Fina was no longer stepping on it, he felt that it was a pity, and regretted not taking pictures with his mobile phone.

Zhang Zi'an walked to the basin and saw several clear paw prints left on the dough, and felt that this was a good opportunity to pat on the back, so he immediately beckoned Uncle Li over.

"Uncle Li, look at this. He pointed to the paw prints on the dough, "Your shop has changed its signboard now, why don't you get another logo by the way?" How do you like to use one of the paw prints as the logo? When the noodles are dry and hard, make a mold and print it next to the 'Lee's Supreme Cat Suck Snack Bar'." ”

Uncle Li was stunned for a moment, he thought that it was enough for his small broken shop to have a signboard, and it seemed unnecessary to deliberately get another logo, but it was not good to refute Zhang Zi'an's face, so he nodded and agreed.

Zhang Zi'an didn't think it was unnecessary, and he suggested that not only the paw prints on the signboards, but also the paw prints on their aprons, or wear a paw print-type badge, so that in Fina's opinion, it is equivalent to the store is covered by it, and taking care of it from time to time can benefit Uncle Li and his wife immensely.

Fina was apparently pleased with the suggestion, it was its imperial dining room, and it deserved to be marked with it.

It jumped off the table and made a majestic round of the kitchen, as if inspecting its own territory, and the snow lion followed it closely.

Zhang Zi'an took the opportunity to lower his voice, pointed to the dough and said to Uncle Li: "Don't fool yourself with a paw print, be sure to have a paw print on it." ”

Fina must be furious if she finds out that she has been fooled, and she will be self-defeating.

Uncle Li nodded in agreement.

There was nothing else to do for the time being, Zhang Zi'an offered to say goodbye and left the back kitchen with Fina and Snow Lion.

The girls in the restaurant were still teasing the cat with great interest, taking pictures while teasing, taking selfies or taking pictures of each other, and they didn't eat much. The girls are already eating slowly, and with the teasing of cats, Zhang Zi'an estimates that if the business goes on like this, if the business is good, the store may have to queue up.

"If only I could suck these two cats. A girl pointed to Fina and the snow lion who were passing by proudly, full of envy and regret.

"That's it, it's so cute!" the other girls chimed in.

"But how is this cat trained, and why can you obediently follow him?" another girl wondered.

Zhang Zi'an ignored them, took Fina and Snow Lion back to the pet store, and brought back lunch by the way.

Richard stared too intently at the screen, and it wasn't until Zhang Zi'an entered the door that he realized something was wrong, quacking and flapping his wings and flying. Lu Yiyun switched the window in a panic, as if he was deliberately covering up something, and said: "The card has been printed, and the store said that it will be shipped today." ”

"Okay, when I send it, let Wang Qian and Li Kun paste it. Zhang Zi'an nodded.

"Meow meow meow! I'm tired of the old lady! The old lady wants to eat! The old lady wants to sleep!" the snow lion jumped on the cat climbing frame and couldn't wait to lie down, with a look of lovelessness.

Fina also jumped on the top cat climbing frame and basked in the sun on her stomach.

He distributed food to the elves and pets, and when he saw that the shop was okay for the time being, he took his lunch box and walked to the second floor to check on the π.

π still sits in front of the computer with ten fingers and types, and when he encounters difficulties, he looks through the nameless book.

"π, how many words have you written?" he asked with concern.

"Squeak ......"

π lowered his head in embarrassment and covered his face with his hands. It was too excited to calm down, and it wrote much slower than usual, only a few hundred words.

"It's okay, just stand up and move. Zhang Zi'an understood its mood and comforted.

π nodded.

"By the way, what time is the recommendation?" he asked.

π hold out two fingers.

"Two o'clock in the afternoon?" he looked at the time, there was still an hour or so.

π jumped off the chair, got on all fours, and used it to circle around the living room as an activity.

Zhang Zi'an sat down, entered the background of the website, and saw that π already had nearly 1,000 collections, and people kept leaving messages of encouragement and recommending votes. He noted that there was a message in good faith.

[Dumplings]: The author writes very well, but there are some typos in the front, which affects the reading experience, and it would be better if it could be changed, but the flaws are not hidden.

Is that so?

He basically experienced the plot written by π, and he read it at a glance and ten lines, and did not pay much attention to the problem of typos.

He switched to the original ORD document of the π and read it word for word from the beginning.

Soon, he discovered that there were indeed a lot of typos in the document, and the further up he went, the more they became, probably due to π not being used to it when he first typed Chinese.

In addition to typos, π would type an inexplicable number every few hundred words.

“3...... 1...... 4...... 1...... 5...... 9...... 2...... 6......”

As expected, connecting these numbers is pi. He was embarrassed at the thought that readers might be bothered by these inexplicable numbers while reading. The reader may find these numbers meaningful, but they are not...... Well, it may indeed have a deep meaning, but even he doesn't know it at the moment, the only thing he may know about Meng Li has already returned to his hometown for the New Year, and he doesn't know Meng Li's phone number and is embarrassed to bother rashly, after all, he doesn't know it well.

Maybe some readers will abandon the text because of these typos and numbers......

π walked around the room a few times and returned to the computer, wanting to continue writing.

"Wait a minute, π, you didn't sleep last night, okay? I'll take a nap first, and I'll use the computer. He said.

π's eyes rolled, remembering that this computer belongs to Zhang Zi'an, although it has always been used by it, it does not actually belong to it, it only has the right to use it temporarily.

It became a little depressed, and even a little self-blamed, it felt that it had been dominating the computer, which may have affected Zhang Zi'an's normal use.

"Squeak. It nodded wobly and jumped into the rattan chair.

"Let's sleep. Zhang Zi'an urged, "Don't worry, there is still half a day to write." ”

π lay on his side in the gondola rattan chair, and closed his eyes according to his words, but the noon sun was a little strong, and it happened to hit it, even if the curtains were closed and his eyes were closed, he felt a red patch in front of him. So it pulled the little blanket up and covered its head, and its vision finally darkened.

It lies with its eyes closed. I don't know how long it took, it was very sleepy, it wanted to sleep but couldn't sleep, because its heart was very excited, and its mind was always floating on the rising number of collections, and it was like a sea in a storm when it recalled every comment from its readers, including encouragement and criticism.

After lying down for a while, it opened its eyes and quietly pulled the blanket open a slit, wanting to see if Zhang Zi'an had finished using the computer, and if it ran out, it wanted to continue writing. In the past, its update time was very arbitrary, and it was updated when it was finished, but a reader left a message asking when it would be updated every day, and it was speechless and wanted to fix the time as much as possible.

In the past, when it had no readers, it was unhappy, but when it had readers, it became more anxious, afraid of living up to the expectations of those readers.

There was a bright light through the gap in the blanket, and π squinted his eyes to see that Zhang Zi'an was still using the computer, and couldn't help but be a little anxious.

The hanging basket rattan chair is almost next to the desk, and it can be seen that Zhang Zi'an is staying in the background interface of the website, extremely attentively browsing the chapters that have been posted before.

π blinked suspiciously, not knowing what he was doing.

Zhang Zi'an carefully examined every word and sentence, not noticing the half of π's eyes peeking out from under the blanket. His lips opened and closed silently, and he read silently, correcting not only typos, but also sentences that were not obvious but did not read well were revised to be more catchy, and some of the overly written dialogues were changed to be more colloquial.

It's a lot of work, and π has already written about 110,000 words, and he needs to revise all 110,000 words before he gets to the recommended position in order to make a better first impression on new readers. Maybe the work doesn't make much sense, after all, most people read the Internet at a glance, but it's the only thing he can do for π at the moment.

Looking at it, π finally understood what he was doing, and the anxiety in his heart seemed to be blown away by a gentle breeze and became peaceful.

Since almost no one read it before, it was uploaded immediately after writing a chapter, and it was not checked after uploading, and some readers had raised typos before, but these slightly obtrusive comments were ignored by it in a good mood.

The work that it has neglected is being done by Zhang Zi'an for it.

Zhang Zi'an's heart became more and more anxious, he regretted why he didn't think about it earlier, but he only thought about it before the recommended position, seeing that the time was gradually approaching 2 o'clock in the afternoon, he took out his greatest concentration and scanned every sentence on the screen without distraction.

The sun quietly shifted its position in the sky, and the shadow cast by the desk on the floor slowly deflected and lengthened.

"Hoo ......"

Zhang Zi'an breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back in the chair and wiped his face tiredly. He glanced at the time, and finally finished checking all the chapters for typos at around 2:10.

He returned to the homepage of the website, and then entered the urban section, and found the name of "Pet King" in the "popular category", as well as a very concise introduction - "Capture a few magical pets as companions".

The people who are on the popular category recommendation are all newcomers like π, and there is no legendary website god, so he thinks that if nothing else, π should be able to pass the test of the first round of recommendations safely.

At the same time, the π under the blanket moved slightly.

"π, are you asleep? Wake up, you're recommended!" he yawned, but said excitedly.

"Squeak. ”

π lifted the blanket and sat up, put his palms together to one ear, and gestured to a sleeping position, which means: sleep well.