Are there any jokes about dialects?

Tell a true story without copying and pasting. The pronunciation of drinking words in Xiangyang, Hubei Province is clear, such as drinking tea and reading green tea. In Nanyang dialect of Henan province, dumping dirty water or garbage is not dumping, but clearing. For example, if you don't want dirty water, clean it. The above is the background. I have a cousin who lived in Xiangyang since childhood. He went back to his hometown Nanyang before the Spring Festival this year, just in time to catch up with grinding bean curd Murakami, which is the kind of processing. He prepared his own beans, soaked them and processed them in a temporary tofu mill. My cousin has never seen such a strange thing, so he went to see people make tofu. To show his feelings, the tofu master gave him a gourd ladle of tofu for him to drink. Tofu is unformed tofu, hot, fragrant and sweet. There are many exclusive news. In rural areas, gourds are used as spoons, a big gourd is cut in half, and a gourd has two spoonfuls. Looking at this gourd ladle of bean curd, my cousin was very happy and drank it. But how can a child drink such a big scoop? He drank half a ladle and told the tofu maker that I couldn't tell. The tofu maker said you couldn't make it clear, which meant to let him pour it out. My cousin is very honest, thinking that people have to let me go, so I will continue to walk, so I will continue to drink. I couldn't drink any more, so I told the tofu master that I couldn't get rid of it. I was too busy making tofu to listen to him. It should be said that if you can't drink it, you can't take it off. Cousin's stomach is full, and there is really no place to put it. Seeing that people insist on letting them drink, and they don't want to let them go until they finish drinking, they reluctantly continue to drink. In the end, I can't stand it anymore. I cried and sobbed and told the tofu master that I really couldn't get rid of it. The tofu master jumped down and kindly gave him some tofu to drink. Why is he still crying? Looking back, my cousin was holding a ladle. I see. I said you can't drink. Cousin understood this time, dumped the tofu pudding, gave it back to the tofu machine, and twisted his stomach and went home. Then he doesn't like to go out all the Spring Festival. This routine is too abstruse for him to understand. Since then, my cousin Huo Douhua's story has become a joke.