One night, particularly on a night where you don't feel like sticking to any diet you've minimally attempted and crave the taste of the General, you get a small order of food from our local Chinese restaurant for two. After eating, you open the fragile sweet cookie that contains that plain piece of paper. Of course, you read the back first. "Learn Chinese. Chicken, 鸡 Jī" But your fortune, that is something that sticks with you for days, to which you refer to again and again.
What can you say for this? There are so many ways to interpret fortunes, and that is why I love them. They are cryptic and beautiful.