Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

The female nodded slightly, a hint of determination flashed in her eyes, and she lifted her leg to step into the bathtub, though her body was still somewhat stiff.

However, that stiffness disappeared thoroughly after she laid down, replaced by a sense of curiosity and envy.

The warm water spilled over her body, making it feel warm and extremely comfortable.

"How comfortable," she said, her eyes gleaming, looking toward Aunt Naima.

Aunt Naima, with a beaming smile, scooped up some more hot water from the pot, "The current water temperature is a bit cool. I’ll add some more hot water, and it will be even more comfortable."

The female, looking at the steaming pot, nervously grabbed the edge of the bathtub and sat up, "Can I...can I get out?"

Aunt Naima couldn’t help but laugh, "Adding a bit of hot water won’t feel much. You’ll see."

She poured the hot water in her hands into the tub under the female’s anxious gaze. The female felt a warm current rise under her feet, after which she didn’t feel much at all.

She cautiously stretched out her legs and indeed, the area where the scalding water had just been poured felt no different from the rest of the water in the tub.

Since waking up in the morning, everything she had seen had completely refreshed her knowledge—were the people of the tribe living under the protection of Lord Beast God?

Thinking this, she directly asked.

Aunt Naima laughed and added some more hot water to the bathtub, "Lord Beast God is so busy every day, he doesn’t have time to attend to our tribe’s affairs. All this is made by our Shaman."

The female had heard about this Shaman more than once from Aunt Naima, and she immediately filled with anticipation and deep admiration for the Shaman.

Aunt Naima then handed her a piece of clean cotton cloth, "This is a very precious cotton cloth woven by the females of our tribe. Each female has one for washing up, and this one is yours."

"Washing up?" This wealthy tribe had many terms she had never heard before.

Aunt Naima smiled and handed the cotton towel to her, "It’s for washing your face, rinsing your mouth, things like that. We call it washing up."

The female nodded, half-understanding.

Washing your face was not something you did only when dirty, and as for rinsing your mouth? She did not know what that was.

"Give it a try. This is much softer than any Beast Skin," Aunt Naima said, full of expectation.

Looking into her eyes, the female also couldn’t help but be filled with curiosity about the white cotton towel in her hands. She dipped the towel into the water and gently laid it on her body, her eyes widening at the soft touch, "How comfortable!"

Aunt Naima smiled proudly, "This was also discovered by our Shaman. Now wash up well. I’ll go get you some clean clothes."

The female nodded, watching the kindly Grandma who’d been taking care of her leave.

She let out a relaxed breath and carefully wiped her body with the cotton towel.

Her gentle movements were as if she feared she might tear the precious fabric if she applied too much force.

She carefully cleaned her body and then washed the cotton towel, cherishedly looking at this soft object she had never seen before, her reverence for the Shaman growing even stronger.

"Are you done washing? Can I come in?" Aunt Naima’s voice came from outside the door.

The female carefully placed the cotton towel on the edge of the bathtub and responded softly, "I am done, Grandma."

In Aunt Naima’s hands was a set of brown-red Beast Skin clothes, "This is a new set I got from the young female next door; she hasn’t worn it yet."

Then she handed the Beast Skin clothes to her, "Try these on."