Seeing Chen Zhao still struggling, Yingbao knew she probably didn't even have money to make a stove. Hesitantly, she said, "Why don't I lend you five taels of silver first so you can build a stove and buy a deep-frying pan? You should not lack for rice and flour at home, but you still need to buy sugar icing and sesame seeds..."
Just then, she saw Chen Zhao bow her head, silent tears falling.
Yingbao paused, then continued, "Once you've made some money, you can pay me back."
Chen Zhao nodded, came forward to tightly hug Yingbao, and thanked her in a lowered voice, "Thank you for still being willing to help me."
She had been rather unfriendly to Yingbao in the past, even hoping for misfortune to befall her.
However, when her mother was imprisoned, she didn't hate Yingbao at all, secretly hoping that she would never return.
She estimated that her elder sister, Chen Wan, probably felt the same. When their mother died, Chen Wan didn't shed a single tear.