(A/N: Hey everyone! We're quickly coming to the end of Part 1. Only 5 chapters left! Thanks for reading this far - M ❤️)
"Mevkhibe, for heaven's sake, we've been busy for over an hour in this kitchen." Nihat takes the two plates she hands him and walks over to the table, placing them with the others while she brings the rest.
Mevkhibe doesn't answer, but instead just sings to herself jovially. On one side of the table she had her snacks and on the other side Aysun's. We'll see who gets the last laugh!
"Is this really how you're going to deal with this? All Aysun did was cook a few dishes and you've been spending hours on the same thing."
Sanem and Leyla arrive at home as he is shaking his head at his wife, and walk into the kitchen.
"Daddy, what's going on?" Sanem asks, looking at all the food.
"What do you think? Your mother's arranged a snack war."
"Oh, it looks good! Let's test them right - " They all reach for a plate and she stops them.
"Don't you dare touch a thing." They look at her. "Down," she narrows her eyes at Sanem and she puts the cabbage roll down. "Justice will prevail soon enough."
"Justice? What justice? And for what?" Leyla asks. "I don't get it." Sanem also shakes her head in question, looking at the red ribbon dividing the table in half.
"I'll tell you then," Mevkhibe shrugs. "One side's snacks were made by that woman, and the other side was made by your mother," she puts a hand on her chest. "The best cook in this neighborhood."
"Of course," Sanem agrees and tries to take a roll again. Mevkhibe slaps her hand away and she pouts.
"We'll see whose snacks is appreciated more."
"Let's dig in then girls!" Nihat announces.
"No! I said don't touch anything!" Mevkhibe stops them again as they sit down. "You all naturally have to appreciate my food, so I can't expect you to judge, can I? I need someone neutral and unbiased." She smiles and nods. They stare at her and then look at the food.
"Neutral and unbiased?" Leyla checks.
"Yes."
"Oh my God, mom, you didn't invite aunt Vedat over again did you?" Sanem snorts and laughs. "Because I know you like using her for these things." Mevkhibe just chuckles and shakes her head.
The doorbell rings and Mevkhibe looks down the hall. "A ha!" she beams. "Just in time, go open the door, Sanem."
"I'm so tired of your feuding with aunt Aysun," Sanem groans as she gets up. "And even though you refuse to feed me, I'll go open the door..." She walks slowly out of the kitchen. "Walk all the way there on an empty stomach..." She sighs morosely. "Because I'm a good daughter!" she calls over her shoulder. "Maybe I can eat when I'm back from my walk along the pier!"
"I'm with you my girl!" Nihat yells after.
"What do you think you're doing?! Put that down Leyla!"
Sanem rolls her eyes as she walks faster, her stomach rumbling. "Coming!" She gets her shoes and bag so she can leave after letting whoever it was inside. When Sanem opens the door, Can is standing there and she halts in her tracks. "Mr Can?" she asks in surprise.
"Sanem," he nods and looks at her shoes and bag. "Are you going out?" He pushes past her and walks in, starting to kick his shoes off.
Make yourself at home...? "Uh, yes...But what are you doing here?"
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Early Bird (Erkençi Kus)(Part 1)
Fanfiction* (A Turkish Series Translation) A young woman named Sanem Aydin lives with her overbearing but loving parents, who have certain ideas of how she should be living - and it doesn't involve her working at her family store full time. They thinks she s...
