I finally learned how to use the laundry tub properly and it has completely changed the way I do laundry.

Remove the drawer completely. Most washing machines have a small release tab near the center. Gently press and slide the drawer out.
Soak it in hot water. I filled the sink with hot, soapy water and let the drawer soak for about 15 minutes. This helped loosen the caked-on residue that had built up over the years.
Scrub every nook and cranny thoroughly. Using a toothbrush and mild detergent, I scrubbed the edges, compartments, and small channels where water and detergent flow. A mixture of water and vinegar worked perfectly for stubborn stains.
Clean the inside of the drawer. Before putting the drawer back in its place, I cleaned the inside of the washing machine where it’s housed. This area also accumulates dirt and often smells musty if left uncleaned.
Dry thoroughly. Once the drawer was clean, I let it dry completely before putting it back in its place.
Afterward, the drawer looked brand new, and for the first time in months, my laundry smelled fresh and truly clean.

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