Why bother with dating when you already have a cat?

The little fish blinked; this kind of hands-on teaching was actually the easiest for her to accept.

In contrast, if Ai Qing hadn't used a bag of apples to make learning more concrete, Xiaoyu probably wouldn't have learned so quickly in the abstract teaching of Chinese and mathematics.

Ai Qing handed the kitchen knife to Xiao Yu and told her to give it a try.

"Remember, the direction the blade is cutting must never be directly towards the palm of your other hand, understand?" Ai Qing instructed, "Don't cut your own hand."

As she said this, Ai Qing inexplicably thought of a question.

Since the little fish's clothes become clean after it turns back into a cat.

If the little fish gets injured, can it recover immediately after turning back?

However, Ai Qing was just thinking about it; she couldn't possibly let Xiao Yu actually try it.

Besides, the little fish can't control when it turns back into a cat.

Just as Ai Qing was lost in thought, Xiao Yu picked up a kitchen knife and tried to slice the fish into thin pieces, just like Ai Qing had done.

But she had never held a kitchen knife before, and the first time she tried, she just couldn't get it right.

Ai Qing watched in horror, fearing that she might cut her own hand.

Finally, having no other choice, I went behind Xiaoyu, took her hands, and patiently taught her how to hold the knife and how to slice the meat.

It took Xiaoyu several minutes to finally manage to process the fish meat with Ai Qing's help.

"Very good." Ai Qing breathed a sigh of relief, took out another piece of ginger, cut off a slice, and then shredded it. "This is ginger. After shredding it, put it together with the shredded fish to marinate."

The little fish didn't understand what pickling meant, but it still did it anyway, clumsily cutting off a slice of ginger.

But when Ai Qing saw the movement of her left hand fingers as she sliced ​​the meat, her eyes twitched involuntarily, and she quickly stood behind her again to give her instructions.

With Ai Qing's help, after the ginger slices were cut into shreds, Xiao Yu put them together with the fish meat.

“Then, we add just a little bit of salt,” Ai Qing continued. “After kneading it evenly, we set the fish aside and let it marinate for a few minutes.”

Xiaoyu followed suit, this time without using a knife, and simply used her hands. There was no difficulty at all, and two bowls of fish were placed aside to marinate quietly.

Just then, Ai Qing's phone rang.

When I took it out, I saw that it was an alarm clock for exactly 12 noon.

The alarm clock above clearly states: "Upcoming at noon, five chapters of drafts to be released."

Ai Qing took a deep breath and said to Xiao Yu, "Wait here for me for a while, I'll be right back."

Chapter 54 Silly Little Fish

The beginning of Ai Qing's new book is more beautiful than ever before.

His original expectations were actually quite simple.

If a candidate advances in the first round of testing, it's considered a success.

If you can survive until the third round and get a strong recommendation, you can list it in the position below the book details in the same category.

The traffic here is also significant for a new book.

If Ai Qing can get to this point, she is confident that she can write another book with an average subscription of over 500.

If you update 6000 words every day, you can earn at least 4000 yuan a month in royalties.

That's enough for his current living needs.

Although he might not be able to save much money, as long as he can maintain a full-time job, he is confident that he can work hard to improve and strive to make his future books even better.

But to his surprise, the book seemed to be doing quite well.

It can't compare to those big names who have thousands or tens of thousands of followers at the same time, but now, on the eve of its release, the editor told him that it has about 1700 followers.

This was an incredible surprise for Ai Qing.

It's important to know that the follow-up reading data in the editor's backend represents the number of paying readers who have followed the content.

That is, the number of paying readers who read your latest chapter within 48 hours.

Under normal circumstances, the initial subscription data of a book will fluctuate around the follow-up reading data.

Ai Qing's current 1700 followers mean that as long as his later writing doesn't fall short, at least 1700 readers are guaranteed to spend real money to support his creation of this novel.

This is more than three times the previous average order value of 500.

Of course, the payment for the article is not tripled directly, because it includes a full attendance bonus of 1500 yuan.

In reality, the subscription fee for updating 6000 words per day is only around 2500 yuan.

If we can get an average of 1700 subscriptions... then with 6000 updates per day, the monthly subscription fee would probably be more than 8,000!

With the perfect attendance bonus, it might even be around 10,000 yuan!

What the hell!

Ai Qing was stunned by her calculations.

Could it be that he'll be earning over 10,000 yuan a month before even graduating from university?

He had previously said that he would tell his dad the book title if he earned more than 10,000 yuan a month... It seems like he should keep it a secret.

To be fair, the fact that he got 1700 followers this time was largely due to the Silver Alliance that Sister Qian gave him a few days ago.

Once the book is published and I receive my royalties this month, I'll have to treat her to a meal to thank her.

With these thoughts in mind, Ai Qing sat down at her computer and uploaded five chapters of her previous drafts.

A full ten thousand words!

It's all because the competition is so fierce now, making it seem like earning 10,000 yuan a day is a very simple thing.

Seeing these five chapters of draft material being used up, Ai Qing felt heartbroken.

Lately, because he has to educate Xiaoyu frequently, and Xiaoyu has been taking longer and longer to become human, he hasn't had any drafts saved up for a long time, and he finishes with only four thousand words a day.

After publishing these five chapters, his number of drafts dropped rapidly to four.

The urgent matter of training Xiaoyu into an all-around catgirl is now underway!

After Ai Qing sent out the draft, she wanted to check the comments, but then she heard Xiao Yu exclaim in surprise from the kitchen.

Upon hearing the sound, Ai Qing didn't even have time to read the comments. She quickly got up, left the bedroom, and ran to the kitchen.

Then he saw a shrimp hopping around on the ground, looking quite energetic.

The little fish was so frightened that it shrank into a corner, crouching there trembling.

"What's wrong?" Ai Qing stepped forward, picked up the shrimp, threw it into the bag, and then reached out to the little fish.

After Xiaoyu recovered, she reached out and grabbed Ai Qing. After standing up, she explained in a low voice, "I was curious... and touched it. Suddenly, it jumped up and scared me."

"These are all live shrimp. They're just a little lifeless because they weren't put in water. They'll be cooked directly in boiling water later," Ai Qing explained, then comforted her, "I'll give you the first one later to vent your frustration."

After saying that, Ai Qing began to instruct Xiao Yu, pointing to the pot next to her and saying, "Pour water into it first, hold the handle, lift it to the sink, and turn on the tap, yes."

"Wait until the water is about halfway up, then lift it back. Can you lift it? Sure, you're strong enough."

"Then light the stove fire, like this," Ai Qing said, demonstrating for her before extinguishing the fire.

The little fish tried it out, and it took two or three tries before it finally managed to light the fire.

"Don't touch the fire with your hands, understand?" Ai Qing reminded her, then asked Xiao Yu to put the lid on the pot. "Now we just need to wait for the water to boil, then we can pour in all the shrimp. We can fry the fish now."

At this moment, Xiaoyu has transformed into a fully automatic little cook, obediently following Ai Qing's commands, doing whatever he says.

At this moment, Ai Qing stood in the center of the kitchen, commanding with an air of authority, without having to move an inch.

He won't intervene unless the little fish's actions pose a significant risk.

However, quite a few things still happened along the way that startled Ai Qing.

Ai Qing simply asked her to lift the lid and check if the water had boiled, but Xiao Yu immediately tried to stick her finger in to test the temperature.

Fortunately, Ai Qing reacted quickly and pulled her back.

When frying the fish, Xiaoyu heard Aiqing say to flip the fish over, and she instinctively reached out to flip it over directly.

Fortunately, Ai Qing learned her lesson and kept a close eye on things, preventing her from burning her own hand.

He realized that although the little fish had learned to speak, walk, and even had human knowledge, it still hadn't developed the habit of using "tools" and always instinctively wanted to solve problems directly with its hands.

Asking her to use a spatula and a knife would be a complete disaster.

Fortunately, the little fish was just not used to it, not really stupid. In the end, the shrimp and fish were successfully served on the table.

Ai Qing took a bottle of pepper powder from the cupboard, poured a stack of it, then poured a small bowl of vinegar, and carried it to the dining table, placing it next to the shrimp and fish.

"Since I didn't add any seasonings, I just used these two to add some flavor: shrimp with vinegar and fish with pepper. The taste wasn't too bad either."

After saying that, Ai Qing sat down.

Xiaoyu, who was next to her, seemed to realize something and quickly sat down on the chair. She then pulled the chair so that Ai Qing would lean against her, until the chairs were touching and her shoulder was touching Ai Qing's arm. Only then did she stop.

"What are you doing?" Ai Qing asked suspiciously.

Little Fish blinked and looked at Ai Qing: "Eat, I want to eat."

Actually, the little fish's warm current was almost exhausted. If it hadn't been closer to Ai Qing, it probably wouldn't have lasted until it finished lunch.

So the little fish quickly moved closer to the Ai Qing patch and pressed it together, trying to draw out as much warmth as possible.

Ai Qing, the source of warmth, hadn't realized the problem yet. She just thought the little fish was being friendly and grateful, so she didn't think much of it and started peeling shrimp for her.

“We’ve already washed our hands, so let’s not use chopsticks for now. Just eat with them,” Ai Qing said, then paused for a moment. “Or you can practice some more, here you go.”

Ai Qing put the peeled shrimp meat into the vinegar bowl, then gestured for Xiao Yu to pick up her chopsticks: "Try it, use your chopsticks to pick it up and eat it."

Xiaoyu looked at Aiqing, then at the shrimp, and clumsily picked up her chopsticks, poking and stirring them in the vinegar bowl. After a while, she finally used her chopsticks to scoop the shrimp meat to the edge, put her mouth to it, and took a bite. She finally tasted the delicious food she had made herself.

By this time, Ai Qing had already peeled seven or eight shrimp for her.

"Try the fish too," Ai Qing said. "But don't use too much pepper, it's too pungent. Just a little bit is enough."

The little fish picked up its chopsticks and reached for the slightly golden-brown, charred basa fish pieces next to it.

I don't know if it's because the fish pieces are easier to pick up, or if the little fish have finally mastered some techniques.

Despite her straining arms, she finally managed to lift the fish piece off the plate and leave it suspended in mid-air.