Uncle Li couldn't understand what Fina and Snow Lion were saying. He just thought Fina's movements were very interesting. In addition, he heard that cats could step on breasts, so he said it casually. Seeing that Fina stopped stepping on it, he felt that it was a pity and regretted not taking pictures with his phone.

Zhang Zi'an walked to the basin and saw several clear claw marks left on the dough. He had an idea and felt that this was a good opportunity to flatter him. He immediately waved his hand to call Uncle Li over.

"Uncle Li, look at this." He pointed to the claw marks on the dough, "Your store has changed its sign now, why don't you get another lg by the way? Just use one of the claw marks as lg? What do you think? After the dough is dry and hard, make a mold and print it next to the 'Li Family Supreme Cat Sucking Snack Shop'."

Uncle Li was stunned. He thought that having a sign in his small broken shop was enough. It seemed unnecessary to make another lg, but it was difficult to refute Zhang Zi'an's face, so he nodded and agreed.

Zhang Zi'an didn't think it was unnecessary, and he suggested not only printing claw marks on the signboard, but also printing claw marks on their aprons, or wearing a claw mark-shaped badge. In Fina's opinion, it is equivalent to the store being covered by it. If you take care of it from time to time, you can benefit Mr. Li and his wife.

Fina was obviously very satisfied with this suggestion, it was its imperial kitchen and should leave its mark.

It jumped off the table and patrolled the kitchen majestic for a week, as if inspecting its own territory, and the snow lion followed closely behind it.

Zhang Zi'an took the opportunity to lower his voice, pointed to the dough and said to Mr. Li, "Don't just use a claw mark to fool it, you must have the claw mark on it."

If Fina finds that she has been fooled, she will definitely be very angry and will backfire.

Uncle Li nodded and agreed.

There was nothing else to do for the time being, Zhang Zian offered to say goodbye and took Fina and Snow Lion to leave the kitchen.

The girls in the restaurant were still teasing the cat with great enthusiasm, taking photos while teasing, taking selfies or taking photos with each other, but they didn't eat much. The girls were eating slowly, and with teasing the cat, Zhang Zian estimated that if the business continued like this, if the business was good, the store might have to queue up.

"I would have liked to suck these two cats." A girl pointed at Fina and the Snow Lion who were passing by with a arrogant look, with envy and regret on her face.

"That's it! It's so cute!" the other girls also echoed.

"But how does this cat train? Why can he follow him obediently?" Some girls also asked in confusion.

Zhang Zian ignored them and took Fina and Snow Lion back to the pet shop, and brought them back to the lunch.

Richard stared at the screen too focusedly until Zhang Zi'an entered the door and realized something was wrong. He rattled and flew up his wings. Lu Yiyun switched the window in panic and said as if he was deliberately concealing something: "The card has been printed, and the store said it will be shipped today."

"Okay, if you send it, let Wang Qian and Li Kun go paste it." Zhang Zi'an nodded.

"Meow Meow Meow! I'm so tired! I'm going to eat! I'm going to sleep!" The snow lion jumped onto the cat crawler and couldn't wait to lie down, looking desperate.

Fina also jumped onto the top cat climbing frame and lay down to bask in the sun.

He distributed food to the elves and pets. Seeing that the store was fine for the time being, he carried his lunch box to the second floor to check the situation of π.

π is still sitting in front of the computer and typing with her fingers. When she encounters a difficult point, she will look at the nameless book.

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

"Squeak..."

π lowered her head embarrassedly and covered her face with her hands. Because it was too excited, it could not calm down. It was much slower than usual writing speed and only wrote a few hundred words.

"It's okay, stand up and move." Zhang Zian understood its mood and comforted him.

π nodded.

"By the way, when will the recommendation be launched?" he asked.

π stretched out two fingers.

"2pm?" He looked at the time, and there was still about an hour.

π jumped off the chair and used limbs in circles in the living room as an activity.

Zhang Zi'an sat down and saw that π had nearly 1,000 collections, and people kept leaving messages to encourage and vote for recommendations. He noticed that there was a message that made a good opinion.

[Duozi]: The author wrote very well, but there were some typos in the previous section, which affected the reading experience. It would be better if he could change it, but the flaws would not conceal the merits.

is that so?

He has basically experienced the plots written by π. When he reads it, he does not pay much attention to the problem of typos. At this time, when the reader reminds him, he feels that this issue must be taken seriously.

He switched to the original rd document of π and read it word by word from scratch.

Soon, he found that there were indeed many typos in the document, and the more it went in front, it might be because π was not used to it when she first started to type in Chinese.

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

“3…1…4…1…5…9…2…6…”

As expected, connecting these numbers is exactly the pi. He feels ashamed when he thinks that readers may be troubled by these inexplicable numbers when reading. Readers may think that these numbers have some profound meanings, but in fact they do not... Well, they may indeed have profound meanings, but even he does not understand them at the moment. Meng Li, who is the only one who may know, has returned to his hometown in another place for the New Year. He neither knows Meng Li's phone number nor is he embarrassed to disturb him rashly, after all, he is not familiar with them.

Maybe some readers discard the article because of these typos and numbers...

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

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

π's eyes rolled, remembering that this computer belonged to Zhang Zi'an. Although it has always been used by it, it actually does not belong to it. It only has temporary rights to use it.

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

"Squeak." It nodded depressedly and jumped into the rattan chair of the hanging basket.

"Sleep for a while." Zhang Zian urged, "Don't worry, there is still half a day left to write."

π was lying on the side of the rattan chair in the hanging basket, closing her eyes as she spoke, but the sunlight at noon was a little strong and just shot on it. Even if she pulled the curtains and closed her eyes, she felt red in front of her. So it pulled the blanket upwards, covering her head, and her vision finally became darker.

It lies down with its eyes closed. I don’t know how long it has passed, but it is sleepy, wanting to sleep but can’t, because it is very excited, and the rising collection numbers always appear in its mind. Recalling every comment from readers, including encouragement and criticism, the mood is as turbulent as the sea in the storm.

After lying for a while, it opened its eyes and quietly pulled the blanket a crack, wanting to see if Zhang Zi'an had used up his computer. If it was used up, it wanted to continue writing. In the past, its update time was very casual, and it would be updated when it was finished. However, some readers left messages asking when to update every day. It was speechless and wanted to fix the time as much as possible.

When there were no readers in the past, it was indifferent, but when it had readers, it became more anxious, afraid of letting down the expectations of these readers.

A bright light shone through the gap in the blanket. She squinted her eyes and saw that Zhang Zi'an was still using the computer, and she couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

The hanging basket rattan chair is almost next to the desk. It can see Zhang Zi'an staying in the backend interface of the website, focusing on browsing the chapters he had posted before.

π blinked in confusion, not knowing what he was doing.

Zhang Zi'an carefully examined every word and every sentence, and did not notice the half of the eye exposed from under the blanket. His lips opened and closed silently and recited silently. Not only did he correct the typos, but other sentences that did not have obvious grammatical problems but were not very smooth to read were also modified more catchy by him, while some conversations that were too written were modified more colloquial.

This is a heavy work. π has written about 110,000 words. He needs to modify all of these 110,000 words before putting in the recommendation position to leave a better first impression on new readers. Perhaps this work does not make much sense. After all, most people read the Internet at a glance, but this is the only thing he can do for π at present.

As he watched, Pi finally understood what he was doing. The anxiety in his heart seemed to be blown away by the gentle breeze, becoming peaceful.

Since almost no one reads it before, it will upload it immediately after writing a chapter, and there will be no checks after uploading it. Some readers have raised questions about faults before, but these slightly annoying messages were ignored by them in a good mood.

The work it overlooks is being done by Zhang Zi'an for it.

Zhang Zian was getting more and more anxious. He regretted why he didn't think of this earlier. He just thought about it before he was on the recommendation position. Seeing that the time was getting closer to 2 pm, he showed his greatest concentration and focused on scanning every sentence on the screen.

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

"call……"

Zhang Zi breathed a sigh of relief and leaned on the back of the chair tiredly and wiped his face. He took a look at the time and finally completed the typo in all chapters at around 2:10.

He returned to the homepage of the website, entered the urban section, found the name of "Pet King" in the "popular category", and also introduced in an extremely concise sentence "Catch a few magical pets as partners."

Those who went to popular categories recommended positions are all newcomers like π. There is no legendary website master. If nothing unexpected happens, π should be able to pass the first round of recommendation test.

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

"π, are you asleep? Get up quickly, your recommendation!" He yawned, but said excitedly.

"Squeak."

π lifted up the blanket and sat up, put her palms in one ear, gestured to a sleeping position, meaning: Sleep well. (https:)
Chapter completed!