An elderly woman customer came, I kissed her hand, things between us were a little bad. The male manager is on my left, I hugged him. There was bread in both his hands; three were stale, three were fresh.
Reading
Kissing the hand is success at work and an auspicious door. The manager is speaking well about you. Bread is your sustenance and your allotted fortune increasing, no one can obstruct it. Three stale, three fresh: the gossip made three months ago has lifted, there is a new gossip, that too will lift.
This is an AI translation of Mehmet Emin Kırgil's Turkish reading.