A man always bought oranges from a woman at the town market. She would weigh them on a scale and place them in a bag and tell him the price. After he paid, the man usually took one orange out of the bag, peeled it, and tasted one piece. Then he’d say, “This orange is sour,” and hand it back to the woman.
She would then bite into it. “It tastes sweet to me,” she always said, but she gave him a few extra oranges to make up for it.
The man’s wife went to the market with him every day and saw this happen time after time. One day she asked her husband, “Why do you do that every time? The oranges are always sweet.”
The man replied, “That woman hardly eats. This way I get her to eat one orange a day for her health.”
A merchant in a vegetable stall saw the exchange happen every day, too. One day she asked the woman, “Why do you let him get away with that? He always complains about your oranges, and you always give him extra. Why do you put up with it?”
The woman smiled. “He always pays me a little extra when I weigh his bag. That way he can feed me and pretend I don’t know what he’s doing. His love pays for the extra orange.”