Sun Sanlang nodded.
He Yi gave him the silver, saying, "Take these two taels of silver. You know the principle of helping in an emergency but not in a long-term relationship. This is for when you come to me again. Find a place to settle down tonight."
Sun Sanlang gripped the silver, tears welling up in his eyes. "I thought I had friends from all walks of life, but I never imagined that when I fell on hard times and asked them for help, they wouldn't even recognize me. Little Princess, I knew you were sincere. You're such a good little princess."
He Yicai was too lazy to listen to his sycophantic words and waved her hand to interrupt him.
"Find a proper job nearby tomorrow, and don't take this two taels of silver to gamble again."
Gambling may bring temporary pleasure, but continuous gambling only brings endless pleasure.
Shake it, and your bike will turn into a motorcycle! Sleep on the floor today, be the boss tomorrow! Hahaha!
He Yi's advice was truly sincere. Sun Sanlang wolfed down his food, glancing at the small purse with tears in his eyes.
He was deeply moved and began to kowtow to He Yi. He Yi gestured for Qing Ju to help him up, but Sun Sanlang showed no intention of getting up at all. Large tears immediately streamed from his cloudy eyes.
Even though Qingju was already trying her best, Sun Sanlang still knelt down in front of Heyi, looking very rebellious, which made Heyi feel embarrassed.
"Princess, thank you so much! Thank you for your kindness and help! You are truly a great philanthropist! I, Sun San, am worse than a pig or a dog, worse than an animal. If I had just restrained myself a little, I wouldn't be in this state now!"
“Your Highness is right. Gambling is certainly not a long-term solution. I will definitely change my ways and mend my ways.”
Sun Sanlang clutched the silver as if it were the hope of the future, as if it were some rare treasure. Seeing Sun Sanlang's alternating crying and laughing, He Yi couldn't help but chuckle.
"Go ahead." He Yi waved her hand. Sun Sanlang continued to thank He Yi profusely, praising her endlessly, but He Yi didn't really like hearing it.
Sun Sanlang happily talked for a long time before staggering away into the vast night, looking back every few steps.
Seeing that Sun Sanlang had left, Qingju stepped forward and said, "Princess, we need to distance ourselves from this guy. He can come today, and he might come again tomorrow. If you give him two taels today, you'll have to give him five taels tomorrow."
“Yes,” Liu Yun said, “the two taels of silver were thrown down the drain.”
He Yi smiled faintly and rubbed her temples. "It's too late, let's go back and rest. Don't bother with him."
[The villainous female supporting character is truly heartless; he's repaying evil with kindness.]
[Sun Sanlang: A brief moment of conscience.]
However, this is not a good omen. I still advise the vicious female supporting character to stay away from Sun Sanlang, or it might bring you disaster.
He Yi saw the comments on the screen, but ignored them. Watching Sun Sanlang's receding figure, He Yi shook her head helplessly.
That's all she can do to help!
Ultimately, Sun Sanlang has to walk his own path. Since he has decided to quit gambling, He Yi naturally hopes that Sun Sanlang will truly succeed in quitting gambling. She hopes that the two taels of silver and a meal can inspire Sun Sanlang and give him a chance to start over.
The next day, He Yi got up early and went to Zhiweitang. She had completely forgotten everything about last night. At this moment, Zhiweitang was still packed with people.
Everyone was busy in an orderly manner. As noon approached, the number of customers in the store decreased slightly. He Yi was checking the accounts behind the counter when a familiar figure appeared at the door. He Yi looked closely and realized that it was none other than Sun Sanlang.
He Yi tensed up immediately.
What? Just like Qingju said, Sun Sanlang came to collect a debt, bullying an honest person?
What is Sun Sanlang here for?
What brings you here all of a sudden? You're here to ask for five taels of silver, aren't you?
He Yi looked at him at the door and saw that Sun Sanlang looked much more energetic today. Although his clothes were still tattered, his face had obviously been washed.
He even tidied up his beard, which made him look much better and his eyes seemed clearer.
At this moment, Sun Sanlang stood at the door, wanting to come in, but seemed hesitant, pacing back and forth at the door. He Yi gestured for Qingju to greet him, but worried that Qingju would drive Sun Sanlang away, so she simply came out from behind the counter.
He Yi approached and stared intently at Sun Sanlang.
To be honest, He Yi was quite surprised that Sun Sanlang came here today. The two looked at each other and then He Yi asked, "Sun Sanlang, is there something you need?"
Sun Sanlang hurriedly bowed, and He Yi gestured for him to stop there. Sun Sanlang smiled gratefully and carefully took out something wrapped in oil paper from his pocket.
He Yi was simply curious: What is this thing?
Sun Sanlang held it carefully with both hands, as if it contained something as thin as a cicada's wing that would shatter at the slightest carelessness.
"What is it?"
Zheng Heyi looked at Sun Sanlang, but Sun Sanlang did not answer. Instead, he respectfully and carefully handed the oil-paper package to Heyi.
“Young Princess, I am deeply grateful! I have nothing of value to repay you with. This, this… this is something I… I acquired by chance before. It would be a terrible waste to keep it with me…”
Even I'm wondering, what is it?
[Ask the same question! 】
"What is it?" He Yi was still curious, but seeing what Sun Sanlang said, she could only take it and look.
Sun Sanlang smiled and said, "I think you're an expert at making pastries, young lady. This... this might be of some use to you."
He Yi glanced quickly at Sun Sanlang, then at the tung oil paper package in her hand. When Sun Sanlang spoke, his eyes deliberately darted away. Judging from the psychology of micro-expressions and micro-movements, it seemed that Sun Sanlang was hiding something from her.
He Yi had a feeling that the contents of this tung oil paper were not of any respectable origin. But since it was Sun Sanlang's good intention, He Yi could only accept it with some skepticism.
He slowly unwrapped it in front of Sun Sanlang, revealing an old book wrapped in tung oil paper, its pages yellowed and its edges badly worn.
This old book looked like it had been treasured for many years; it was quite dirty. There were no words on the cover, so He Yi had no idea what was inside.
Sun Sanlang looked at He Yi with expectant eyes. He Yi slowly turned to a page and found that what came into view were some hand-drawn pastry patterns.
Next to the pastries were quite a few annotations written in tiny characters. He Yi was very interested and only glanced at them before realizing that the pastries here were not available in their shop and were also things she had never thought of.
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