It is true that the reward of love is also love.

A man often bought pomegranates from an old woman.
After weighing and measuring and paying the price, he would choke the pomegranate and put a grain in his mouth and complain that it is sour.

And after saying this, he would hand over the pomegranate to this old woman...
The elderly woman would taste a single grain and say, "It's really sweet" but by then the buyer would have left his bag with his bag.
This man's wife was always with him...
His wife asked When his pomegranates always come out sweet, how is this daily drama The man smiled and replied, "That old mother only sells sweet pomegranates, but due to poverty, she cannot eat them herself.
With this recipe I am able to feed them one pomegranate for free.
That's all there is to it."
In front of this old woman, a vegetable vendor woman used to see this spectacle every day.
So one day she sat down and asked, "This man removes the defect in your pomegranate every day and you are the one who always weighs an extra pomegranate.
what's the reason?
Hearing this, a smile spread across the old woman's lips and she said, "I know he does this to feed me a pomegranate."
And he thinks I'm a stranger to him, I'm never overweight.
It is his love that weighs the scales and I weigh a pomegranate more."
The joys of love and respect are hidden in these small sweet grains