The couple nodded. Perhaps because they had been mentally sealed off for more than ten years, their bodies couldn't handle the sudden relaxation. What was originally just a minor cold, which would have been cured by drinking more water, became more and more serious this time, and they even developed a fever.

Her cousin touched her forehead; it was burning hot. "You have a high fever. Have you taken any medicine?"

"The fever has subsided a bit after taking the fever reducer." The husband and wife coughed lightly a few times.

My cousin felt very sorry for her. She was sick in a foreign country and had no one to take care of her. It was a terrible situation.

"If this happens again, come find me, understand?" My cousin said to Tsumabuki Minami with displeasure.

The husband and wife said apologetically, "You've already gone to so much trouble..."

Tsumabuki Minami had only translated half of it when her cousin interrupted her, "What's the trouble? A close neighbor is worse than a distant relative. If you need anything in the future, just come to me. I'll go and cook you some white porridge. Drink a bowl of hot porridge, cover yourself with the blanket and sweat it out, and you'll feel better."

My cousin went to the kitchen, grabbed a handful of rice to cook porridge, and taught Tsumabuki Minami, "After the water boils, turn down the heat and simmer it slowly, stirring it every now and then. That's how you make good porridge."

Tsumabuki Minami nodded repeatedly, making sure he understood. He couldn't keep troubling others; he had to learn how to do it.

While they were chatting, Xiaotong went upstairs. Tsumabu Mai lay on the bed with a blank expression, lifeless and indifferent to Xiaotong's arrival.

Xiao Tong frowned slightly. Sure enough, it was this woman who was behind it. A husband and wife cannot fall ill for no reason. What is this woman trying to do?

He unleashed his spiritual power, attacking Mai Tsumabu. Mai Tsumabu had no choice but to fight back. The two spiritual powers engaged in a fierce duel in the air. A few minutes later, Mai Tsumabu was panting in pain, and the deathly aura in the room grew even stronger.

Mai Tsumabuki gritted her teeth, utterly desperate. This brat's mental power was growing stronger and stronger; she was no match for him. She had to find a way to escape. Originally, she wanted to make Mrs. Tsumabuki sick so that Kimi Tsumabuki wouldn't have time to take care of her, but now she was seriously injured by Kotori's mental attack, and she couldn't escape.

"Why do you want to kill me? We have no grudge against each other," Tsumabu Mai questioned.

"You are an evil creature, and everyone has the right to kill you. Stay home and behave yourself, or I will not spare you!"

After giving the warning, Xiao Tong went downstairs. He was becoming more and more proficient in controlling his mental power, but it wasn't enough. He would succeed once the evil creature couldn't withstand his mental attack for more than five seconds.

This evil entity has no value anymore.

Mai Tsumabu's eyes gleamed in the darkness, filled with intense hatred, and she seemed to be in much better spirits than before, unlike how she looked like she was about to die.

My cousin downstairs had already cooked porridge and stir-fried some pickled vegetables. The couple was half-lying down, drinking the porridge.

"How about we have Qingqing come over and give you a couple of acupuncture treatments? That girl is a skilled doctor; she can cure anything with a few strokes," my cousin suggested.

The couple quickly waved their hands, "Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival, don't trouble Dr. Ye, let's talk about it after the festival, and I feel much better now."

My cousin thought it made sense, since the Lantern Festival is a big holiday, so she didn't mention it again. "Qingqing asked Xiaotong to send you some osmanthus-flavored sweet dumplings. I don't think you have the energy to cook them. How about this, I'll cook them tomorrow and have my wife come and pick them up. I don't know if you celebrate the Lantern Festival where you are, but you're here with us now, so we should follow local customs."

The husband and wife laughed and said, "We do eat dumplings too, but we don't eat them. We cook red bean porridge instead."

After finishing the porridge, the couple felt much better. My cousin cleaned up the dishes and noticed a lot of dirty clothes piled up in the bathroom, and the floor wasn't very clean either. Usually, the couple kept the bathroom spotless, so she frowned. This wouldn't do.