Why bother with dating when you already have a cat?

Unfortunately, the little fish was in a hurry. When it put its mouth to bite, it loosened its grip, and the fish meat fell back into the plate.

Ai Qing smiled when she saw her clumsy yet adorable appearance.

At this moment, the two were completely pressed together. Ai Qing simply opened her right hand, hugged Xiao Yu, and directly grasped her right hand, indirectly holding the chopsticks: "Come on, I'll teach you."

"Hmm..." Little Fish murmured softly.

Ai Qing's sudden action caused the warm current flowing into her body to increase significantly, almost making Xiao Yu dizzy.

It feels like the closer two people are, the larger the contact area, and the more warmth they experience.

Although it cannot completely offset the rate at which the warm current is being consumed, it has greatly alleviated the situation.

If Ai Qing held her like this for a long time, Xiao Yu felt that she could stay in human form for several hours while being filled with warmth.

"Open your mouth, what are you spacing out for?" Ai Qing had already placed the fish piece near the little fish's mouth.

After being reminded, the little fish quickly opened its mouth and took a big bite.

As a result, it was so hot that it immediately started to hiss and make a hissing sound.

"Eat slowly, eat slowly." Ai Qing let go of her hand. "Remember how you felt just now? Just use chopsticks like this."

Hmm... Little Fish scratched its head, looking troubled.

There was so much warmth just now that she didn't even have time to feel how the fish pieces were picked up.

He's going to call me an idiot again...

The little fish didn't know the exact meaning of "idiot," but it knew it definitely wasn't a good thing.

Sigh, chopsticks are so difficult.

I really want to grab it with my hands.

Chapter 55: First Orders for the New Book Released

April 18th, Saturday, 12 noon.

Ai Qing looked at the data displayed in the author's backend, the subscription data for the first chapter released yesterday—1658.

It has been exactly 24 hours since it was released yesterday at 12 o'clock.

The data shown here is what this book calls its "first order".

Simply put, after Ai Qing's book started charging, more than 1,600 readers were willing to consume his latest content within 24 hours.

To be honest, this number of readers is more than enough to support a full-time online novel author.

Of course, this is on the premise that he can achieve similar results with each of his future books.

This is also the most anxiety-inducing point for online novel authors.

The experiences of those past masters have proven that even if you reach their level, not everyone can become a long-standing legend.

This is even more true for ordinary online novel authors at the lower levels.

There are plenty of people who have one book when they're hungry and another when they're full.

This high-risk, uncontrollable return, coupled with dramatic fluctuations in income levels, can easily affect a person's mental state.

For example, in Ai Qing's large group of authors, there was one called Qingshan Xu.

Because I wrote a high-quality book and experienced the level of earning 20,000 yuan a month, I can no longer look down on ordinary works with a thousand subscriptions.

Such examples of mental imbalance are quite common in the online literature field.

However, all of this has nothing to do with Ai Qing now.

After confirming the data, Ai Qing was so excited that she happily picked up the fluffy little fish next to her and couldn't help but kiss her on the forehead.

"Meow~"

After kissing her, Ai Qing realized what had happened and put the little fish down, a little embarrassed, and coughed twice to cover up her awkwardness.

"In short, the situation is great now, and we're about to make a lot of money."

As she said this, Ai Qing couldn't help but take out her phone, open the calculator, and do a rough calculation.

If I start writing 6,000 words a day from today, and add the 10,000 words from yesterday, I'll have around 90,000 words by the end of the month.

If the average subscriptions can be maintained at around 1700, then the subscription fee will probably be around 4,000.

Unfortunately, it was released in the middle of the month, so the first month didn't count as a perfect attendance bonus, which is a bit of a shame.

But four thousand yuan is already a lot. Theoretically speaking, the royalties from these two weeks of writing have already reached the minimum standard of his previous full-time goal.

Four thousand yuan, plus his current savings, that's about eight or nine thousand, which should last him a long time.

Thinking of this, Ai Qing happily held the little fish's two front paws and spun it around in the bedroom.

Little Fish didn't understand why Ai Qing was so happy. She only knew that it was already noon and she should prepare something delicious. So, while still in mid-air, she couldn't help but transform into a human.

Then Ai Qing felt her hands suddenly sink, and with a thud, she was pinned down on the bed by Xiao Yu.

"Could you have given me a heads-up before you turned into a human?"

"Hmm?" Little Fish squatted on Ai Qing's stomach and tilted her head. "But, I, can't, talk."

She meant that she couldn't speak when she turned back into a cat.

Ai Qing automatically translated it in her mind.

He then rubbed his forehead in exasperation.

"Get off me first."

"Oh." Little Fish reluctantly climbed off Ai Qing.

Actually, she quite liked sitting on Ai Qing's lap because it made the warm current feel stronger.

Comfortable and saves data.

Unfortunately, Ai Qing always resisted such close contact.

I don't know why.

Even when he was a kitten, he loved to bury his face in his belly.

With her doubts lingering, Xiaoyu walked towards the kitchen, quickly putting those questions aside and focusing solely on what to eat that day.

Today's food is actually the same as yesterday's. Ai Qing plans to wait until Xiao Yu can completely handle the simplest way of cooking fish and shrimp on her own before slowly teaching her other things.

Fortunately, thanks to yesterday's experience, Xiaoyu didn't cause Ai Qing too much trouble this time. Apart from a few mishaps, the process went relatively smoothly.

More than half an hour later, looking at the two large plates of food on the table, Ai Qing showed a satisfied expression, thinking that her goal of making Xiao Yu a chef was no longer far away.

I'll teach her how to clean when I have some free time later.

He often sits in front of the computer for long periods of time, which makes his back very sore. The apartment he rents is also quite large, and he often hunches over while sweeping and mopping the floor. When he straightens up, he finds his back is incredibly sore.

If the little fish could completely replace his housework, that would be perfect.

But wouldn't I be considered to be employing child labor?

Ai Qing stroked her chin, thinking that since she didn't pay Xiao Yu any wages or compensation, it shouldn't count, right?

While pondering these questions, Ai Qing ate her meal and taught Xiao Yu how to use chopsticks.

His phone vibrated a few times during the process, but he ignored it.

After finishing their meal, Xiaoyu started clearing the dishes and took the plates into the kitchen to wash them. Only then did Aiqing pick up her phone and glance at it.

It turned out that someone was tagging him in the previously created author group.

【The Cat in the Sky Loves Rain】: Did you see the group chat? Qingshan's defenses are broken, haha ​​@CornerFlowersBloom

Ai Qing glanced at it curiously, wondering how the defense was breached, then opened the group chat and scrolled through the chat history.

Well, because Qingshan Xu's book failed to be listed on the Sanjiang website, the follow-up reading of the subsequent plot did not pick up. After it was released this week, the first subscription data was only 700, which is less than half of Ai Qing's.

But to be honest, if Ai Qing had received the same grade as Qingshan Xu, he would have continued writing diligently as well.

After all, an income of four or five thousand a month is already quite good.

Unfortunately, Aoyama's preface was a bit too ambitious. After the first order was published, he announced in the group that he was abandoning the book.

Ai Qing glanced at the updates of his book. There was indeed no update today, and only two chapters were released yesterday, totaling four thousand words... This attitude is a bit improper.

Shaking her head, Ai Qing was too lazy to read this guy's rambling remarks.

[White Sugar with Vinegar]: This book is pretty good. It got 1700 initial subscriptions. If we work hard after it goes on sale, it can get a few recommendations and hopefully become a top-rated book.

As always, Bai Tang was gentle and encouraged Ai Qing to write more and strive to improve her grades.

However, Ai Qing is quite satisfied with this result and is not particularly concerned about whether it can be improved in the future.

Moreover, he wasn't very confident about the subsequent plot of the book.

He's almost at the point where he's been building up the plot for a long time—the college entrance exam. When he gets to the summer vacation storyline, he plans to reveal the secret between the male and female leads and officially begin their romance.

Hopefully, I can write it well.

Watching Xiaoyu's petite figure diligently washing dishes in the kitchen, Ai Qing rested her chin on her hand, pulling her thoughts back from the QQ group.

This kind of life is pretty good, isn't it?

"what!"

Clap!

A plate slipped from the little fish's hand, shattered on the ground, and scattered fragments everywhere.

Looking at the shards scattered on the floor, Xiaoyu glanced guiltily at Ai Qing in the living room, her lips pursed, clearly frightened.

"Don't move."

Upon hearing the sound, Ai Qing immediately ran to Xiao Yu's side, took her hand seriously, examined it carefully, then squatted down to look at her exposed ankles and calves, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness, you're not hurt," Ai Qing said. "Don't pick it up with your hands, I'll go get a broom."

Ai Qing turned to leave the kitchen to get a broom, but was stopped by her sleeve.

The little fish, standing behind him, cautiously explained, "I... I didn't mean to... I just slipped."

"I won't blame you." Ai Qing turned to look at her, shook her head with a smile, and reached out to rub her head.