Divorce? Fine. But the Ghost in Your Old Family Home Is Mine

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Here's the bottom line: I'm Su Wanying, landlady of the city's top haunted house, and part-time caretaker of my ex-husband's ancestors.

Don't ask. Let's just say it was a good thing I signed the divorce papers.

But looking after these “ancestors” is harder than looking after myself! They're picky eaters, and only accept the finest spiritual nourishment: “the warmth of everyday life.”

I wanted to learn a few self-defense moves. The general ancestor rubbed his hands together. “First, make me a hearty dish fit for a real man. I want a taste of that virile ‘satisfaction’!”

I wanted to study healthy recipes. The divine physician ancestor sighed. “If only I could taste the ‘aura of gratitude,’ then the regret I felt in life would finally be put to rest…”

I just wanted to sit quietly and read for a while. The great scholar ancestor stroked his beard. “Girl, debate the classics with me! If you win, I'll lend you some of this ‘righteous spirit’!”

(My inner monologue: Help! These ancestors are so hard to handle!)

To feed these hungry ghosts, I was forced to open a private restaurant, and before I knew it, it had become the talk of the whole city.

My ex-husband's family regretted it so much they were beside themselves. “Su Wanying! Give our ancestors back!”

The ancestors appeared together, glaring furiously. “Get lost! Who says we're family? We eat at Wanying's place now!”