A relative came from far away to spend the night at Nasiruddin’s house. He did not come empty-handed. He also brought a good duck. Nasruddin is very happy. He cooked that duck, made soup and gave it to his relative. They also gave accommodation to the relative at night.
After some time, a friend of that relative came to meet Nasruddin. He came empty-handed. But when he said that he was a friend of that relative, Nasruddin treated him well and gave him food and drink. After some time, this news spread, and all the others came, telling that he was a relative’s friend who brought the duck and received hospitality from Nasruddin. Later, this became very troublesome for Nasruddin. Next, the friends of that relative’s friends also started coming.
Nasruddin’s house was like an ‘inn’. Everyone who came there became a friend of the relative who brought the duck. But otherwise he became a friend of a friend of a friend.
One evening, there was another knock on the door. Nasruddin opened the door. A guest was standing at the door.
He said, “I am a friend of a friend of your relative who came with that duck.
“Come in,” Nasruddin said.
Nasruddin sat at the dining table with the guest and asked his wife to bring soup. The wife had brought two cups of large soup.
After sipping a cup of soup, the guest realized that it was just hot water. ‘What kind of soup is this?’ he asked Nasruddin.
Nasruddin replied, “It is a soup made from that duck’s soup’s soup’s soup.
