My mother-in-law tossed me a noodle shop that was on the verge of closing. "Sign the divorce papers, and you can have this dump. Consider it my daughter's parting gift to you." I picked up the pen and signed, grinning from ear to ear. Six months later, my ex-wife called so many times she nearly wore out my phone. "You bastard Zhou, why won't you answer me? Your noodle shop is trending!" I tossed my phone to the new server I'd just hired. "Tell her that if she wants to try my signature noodles, she'll have to take a number and wait in line." The young server smiled sweetly. "Boss, the customer behind us says she's your ex-wife and wants to cut in line." Without even looking up, I said, "Even the Emperor himself has to wait in line."
