597 The Imperial Kitchen

Pi was no longer depressed. It vigorously kept refreshing the Qidian website's author platform. Pi giggled as it watched the number of readers who'd added its novel to their libraries skyrocket. Although Zhang Zian was also very happy for Pi, he reminded it not to keep refreshing the page and to instead start writing the new chapters for that day. The earlier Pi finished writing, the earlier it could go to bed in the evening. It shouldn't stay up late every night.

Pi nodded. It switched the page back to the Word document and wrote a few words. However, it couldn't help but go back and refresh the website again.

Seeing Pi act like this, Zhang Zian laughed and shook his head. This was just like when he'd gotten paid for the first time. He couldn't help but repeatedly check how much money was in his bank account and think about how he should spend it.

He didn't stop it from refreshing the page anymore. Pi would cool down once it got used to such popularity.