One day, the Shah was praising the head cook for the appetizing pulao he had prepared. ‘There is nothing more fit for a king than pulao!’ ‘Indeed,’ agreed Nasrudin, who was a guest at the royal table.
The King continued to eat greedily. After his fourth serving he started to feel a heaviness in his stomach. ‘Actually, pulao is rather filling. There is too much oil — this food is far too rich.’
‘Indeed,’ agreed the Mulla.
The monarch turned testily to Nasrudin. ‘When I praised the food you agreed, and now I fault it you also agree. Are you incapable of forming your own opinion?’ ‘My Sovereign,’ replied the Mulla, ‘if a great ruler such as yourself is unable to make up his mind, how can a lesser man such as I ever hope to do so?’
