After an exciting morning of harvesting snails in the muddy rice fields with CEO Kien, little Lala returned home feeling proud—but also a bit uncomfortable.
Her boots were soaked, her clothes splattered with mud, and the strong, earthy smell of snails clung to her tiny hands. “Uncle Kien, I feel itchy… and I smell like a swamp!” she exclaimed with a wrinkled nose. CEO Kien laughed warmly. “That means you worked hard today! But don’t worry, we’ll get you all cleaned up.”
At home, Thuy greeted them at the door. The moment she sniffed the air, she chuckled. “Oh my, my little snail farmer! Straight to the bathroom, please!” Lala looked embarrassed but giggled too as she followed Thuy to the bath.
Thuy filled the tub with warm water and bubbles, adding a few drops of fragrant herbal oil. Lala sat in the tub, happily scrubbing her arms and legs while talking about her snail-hunting adventure. “I didn’t know snails could hide so well under the mud. I had to dig with my fingers!”
As Thuy gently washed Lala’s hair, she noticed red marks on her arms. “Looks like the grass gave you some scratches. We’ll put on soothing cream after your bath.” Lala nodded, relaxing under the warm water.
After getting dried and dressed in fresh pajamas, Lala finally felt clean, comfortable, and cozy. CEO Kien brought her a bowl of fruit and smiled. “Even if it was itchy and stinky, you did a great job.”
Lala grinned and replied, “It was worth it. Next time, I’ll wear long sleeves!”
That night, wrapped in a soft blanket, Lala drifted off to sleep—itch-free, squeaky clean, and full of sweet snail-farming memories.
