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Elshan nodded, but his eyes were locked on a massive plate of pahlava sitting unguarded.

The music cut out. The room went silent. Elshan stood there, one pocket sagging and a piece of cheese still perched behind his ear.

The table was set for the Great Qarabağ Wedding, groaning under the weight of saffron-infused pilaf, succulent kebabs, and enough dolma to feed a small army. In the corner sat little Elshan, a boy whose stomach was known to be a "black hole." His mother whispered a final warning: "Elshan, don't be acgoz (greedy). Wait for the guests to start!" Acgoz Usaq Prikol

Suddenly, the music stopped. The legendary Uncle Murad, a man with a booming voice and a sharp eye, called out, "Elshan! Come here and show us your best dance moves! A boy who eats well must dance well!"

Panic set in. Elshan walked to the center of the floor, stiff as a board. As he began to hop and spin, the laws of physics took over. A sticky shekerbura flew out of his pocket and landed right on Uncle Murad’s shiny bald head. Then, as he spun faster, a rain of walnuts and pastry crumbs showered the floor like sweet hail. Elshan nodded, but his eyes were locked on

Uncle Murad reached up, pulled the pastry off his head, took a bite, and grinned. "Well," Murad laughed, "at least we know where the dessert went! But Elshan, next time, use a plate—it's much easier to dance without a buffet in your pants!"

When the music started and the guests rose to dance the Yalli , Elshan saw his moment. He didn't just take one piece; he began stuffing his pockets. He stuffed his left pocket with pahlava , his right with shekerbura , and even tucked a small piece of cheese behind his ear for later. Elshan stood there, one pocket sagging and a

The whole room erupted in laughter, and Elshan, turning as red as a pomegranate, finally sat down to eat—this time, with a fork and a very small plate.