Ahh, I'm still not able to think of a concept!
Shui was rolling on the bed the next day, feeling her lose her creative spark. She tried all sorts of concepts but nothing really sank in to give that excitement.
If I cannot feel anything myself, then how will I make Mr. Zhong feel anything?
"Hey, Shui!"
She turned. "Grandpa."
Han Tian coughed. "Will you be visiting Hou Lin's cafe today?"
She blinked. "Probably. I want his opinion on some of my ideas anyway."
"I see. Will you bring some sandwiches while you return?"
"Sandwiches? Oh! The ones he made for us that day?"
"Yes," he coughed. "I really liked those. This is embarrassing but the taste reminded me of a very popular eatery that was there outside our college campus back in the day. Sihan and I used to frequent it a lot."
"Oh."
