When Mao Qi heard this, he quickly put down the bucket.
Seeing Mao Qi pick fourteen barrels at a time did make the other three kitchen contestants worried. If Mao Qi could really pick fourteen barrels, then their pressure would be much greater. After all, they could only pick fourteen barrels at most.
Just six barrels at a time.
When Mao Qi put down the bucket, the stone hanging in everyone's heart finally fell. Looking at Mao Qi who was dumbfounded, the other three chefs laughed.
"This little slut is really good at making jokes. Look at his size, he's pretty good if he can pick up two buckets."
"I think it's because I'm crazy about thinking first, so I don't overestimate my own capabilities."
"Stop talking about it, just watch a monkey show."
Hearing the discussion of the other three chefs, the fat-headed chef couldn't help but glance at Mao Qi, and sighed in his heart. If Mao Qi couldn't pick six buckets at once, he would still be at the bottom.
Unexpectedly, Mao Qi found another similar bamboo pole, added six buckets to one end, and then placed it on his shoulders slightly crossed.
Mao Qi's actions immediately surprised everyone, and he was not particularly tall. After carrying more than 20 buckets, he couldn't even see anyone.
"Fat Tou Chef, you East and Back Chefs are crazy for wanting to take first place." The head chef of the North Kitchen laughed, but he felt a sense of solemnity in his heart. If Mao Qi could really provoke him, then they would only be ranked at the bottom.
, so some of the slightly stronger cupboards were replaced with four buckets.
"Boy, if you dare to use realm energy, it's a foul. Do you know?" Chef Xi also pretended to be kind and reminded.
"You little bastard, this is not the time to show off your strength." The fat-headed chef was also worried. After all, with so many buckets stacked on top of each other, strength alone would not be enough. Because the buckets were shaking, it was extremely difficult to maintain balance.
No matter how hard the outside world tries to persuade him, Mao Qi is still confident and has not given up.
Mao Qi's astonishing move made the big-nosed deacon completely distracted from the competition. At this time, he was constantly trying to figure out the purpose of the law enforcement elder.
"Who is this little lewd thief? He was able to escape from the grasp of a fifth-level wolf eagle, and he is so powerful."
After the competition started, Mao Qi once again shocked the other chefs with his strength. Not only did he pick up twenty-eight large buckets at once, but he actually made four trips back and forth within half an hour, making Chef Dong the chef.
This is the first time the team has filled the water tank since the start of the competition.
In the final firewood chopping competition, Mao Qi still broke the record and chopped all the firewood in a room in less than half the time.
When the competition ended, the fat-headed chef looked at the other three chefs proudly, feeling indescribably happy in his heart. Originally he only wanted to improve his ranking, but unexpectedly he was promoted to first place.
The rewards of the competition are also enviable. All the staff of Donghou Kitchen, including the handymen, have their remuneration doubled, and they are also given twenty-eight hours of training time in the training room or martial arts room every week.
Hearing these rewards, everyone in the East Kitchen shouted excitedly. But Fat Tou Chef felt dizzy, as if he was in a dream, because he had never had a chance to truly practice since he came to Donghou Kitchen.
Because he did not dare to disobey the order of the law enforcement elder Jiang Yangchi, Mao Qi received special treatment and care. Not only did he not receive any reward, but because he went out privately yesterday, he was punished to meditate in Siguoquan for three hours every night.
Fat Tou Chef also felt unfair about this unfair treatment, and was ready to fight for rewards and seek justice for Mao Qi. But before he could speak, Mao Qi had already accepted the punishment calmly.
In fact, from Mao Qi's point of view, instead of carrying water and chopping firewood at night, it is better to think about the past quietly in the pond.
But no matter what, after the competition, Mao Qidu became a figure that attracted the attention of Donghou Chef. Although everyone still called him the little slut, his tone was obviously much more enthusiastic than when he first came.
As for why Mao Qi was willing to accept the punishment of Si Guoquan, his answer was simple: "It's best not to resist here."
When these words came out of Mao Qi's mouth, Fat Tou Chef looked at him in a different light.
"This little one has a good understanding."
After Jiang Yangchi, who was in Penglai Pavilion, received the news, he just smiled slightly, because in his opinion, Mao Qi had a bloodline that was different from ordinary people, and even if he was stronger, it was normal; as for the delicious grilled fish,
It is more suitable for the status of a handyman and is useless.
After finishing his evening work, Mao Qi finished chopping firewood as usual, then filled the water tank, and then came to Siguo Spring.
As soon as he entered Siguoquan, Mao Qi felt a cold aura surrounding him, and a chill rose uncontrollably from his heart.
"Name?" The cold tone of the guard of Si Guoquan was very consistent with the environment of Si Guoquan.
"Maoqi."
The guard searched the punishment book for a long time, but couldn't find a name. His face became even colder: "If you don't have a name, go back."
Then he turned to the crowd waiting for punishment and shouted: "Little thief, are you here?"
When Mao Qi heard this, he felt embarrassed.
The guard shouted again and saw that no one responded. He was about to report to the captain when he saw Mao Qi raising his hand.
"When I call you by your name from now on, don't tell me your nickname. Do you remember it? Little thief, punishment room No. 9, three hours." The guard gave Mao Qi a kick and said in a cold tone.
Mao Qi was a little angry and speechless. He didn't expect that his name would become "little thief", and "Mao Qi" would become a nickname instead.
Suppressing the anger in his heart, Mao Qi came to Punishment Room No. 9. Looking at the single room, which was even more exquisite and clean than the practice room, the anger in his heart disappeared instantly. He felt that this was simply the best place to practice.
And there is a piece of white jade in the punishment room.
"This is not a punishment room, it's just a training room." Mao Qi hurriedly walked in, thinking with a little excitement in his heart.
Unexpectedly, just after entering the punishment room, the door automatically closed, and then a series of numbers appeared on the door.
"10800."
Mao Qi didn't know what it meant, so he sat directly on the white jade stone, and suddenly a chill shot up from his buttocks. Before he could adjust his condition, a drop of cold water fell directly on his head, giving him a chill.
Mao Qi took a few deep breaths and adjusted his mentality. However, the roof kept dripping water. He could bear it at first, but as time went by, Mao Qi felt upset and couldn't calm down to practice the spiritual snake.
Xin Jue, and the most troublesome thing is that there is no spiritual energy in the punishment room, so it is impossible to enter the Qi training state.
At the same time, because the room was too small, no matter how Mao Qi moved, the water droplets still landed on his head accurately. Mao Qi was helpless and was about to go to the guard to ask about the situation, but found that the number on the door changed to "7388"
", and as the water droplets dripped, the number continued to get smaller. Only then did Mao Qi realize that he had to endure "10,800" water droplets in three hours.