~ Hot Soup ~
One day Nasreddin Hodja's wife made soup for dinner. During the rush of dinner preparation, she didn't realize that the soup was still boiling hot when she brought it to the table. It was she who took the first spoonful and when her mouth burned, tears came down from her eyes.
`Woman, why are you crying?' the Hodja asked.
`Oh, nothing.' said Hodja's wife, `I just remembered my mother, may she rest in peace, she used to love this soup.' As she spoke, Nasreddin Hodja took a spoonful of the soup. This time his mouth was burnt and tears came down his eyes.
`Why are you crying?' asked his wife.
`I am crying because,' the Hodja said, trying not to show his anger, `your good old mother died and left such a merciless daughter behind.'
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