Chapter 11： The hunter spreads a trap in front of him

After returning to the resort, the director group really gave the guests an hour and a half of free activities.

Lu Yun and Yi Bailu pulled Tang Yao and Zhou Wei together, called a familiar stylist, and ran to Lu Yun's room to play games together.

Jiang Dao didn't go downstairs for a stroll this time, but lay on the big bed in the guest room, looking through the mobile phone left by the original owner.

Sure enough, as Zhou Wei said, in his cell phone photo album, except for a few selfies, the rest are all photos of Tang Yao, including but not limited to stills, portraits, selfies, and dinner photos... I have to admit that Tang Yao has a long one With a handsome face and a well-trained figure, it's no wonder he's so attractive.

In contrast, the few selfies of Jiang Dao interspersed between Tang Yao's photos are not very tasty.

In fact, Jiang Dao's appearance in the book is not bad at all, his face is thin but not shriveled, his nose is straight, his eye sockets are slightly deep, and he has a bit of exotic style. It's just that his eyes are long and narrow, and the corners of his eyes are slightly raised, revealing an evil nature, which is not suitable for interpreting a decent person.

But the sense of fragility brought about by the exquisite eyebrows and eyes unexpectedly fits the positioning of "vase".

Jiang Dao frowned as he looked at the photos of "himself" on his phone, and decisively deleted them one by one.

He felt that there was probably something wrong with Chu Yinlong's eyes.

Just this face, still a wolf cub?

It's clear that you can't be fierce, and there are words like "I am a little sheep" and "Come and bully me" everywhere. If you throw it into the world outside the book, you don't know how many times you will be skinned, sucked, eaten dry and wiped clean. …

Well, in fact, there is such a plot in the original book.

Jiang Dao turned over and lay on his back, recalling that when he was reading a book, he felt very happy when he read the plot of the villain Jiang Dao who made it up for himself and was pushed by others.

But now he himself has transmigrated and become the rightful master...

Forget it, it's better to quietly finish being a vase for five years and retire from the circle to ensure safety.

Jiang Dao was thinking wildly when there was a beep at the door of the guest room, and Zhu Yao swiped his card to come in.

He frowned and looked at Jiang Dao, who was lying on the bed with no image at all: "Stop lying down, get up and exercise, and you still have to eat a lot at night, you have to consume it in advance."

Jiang Dao threw the phone aside, and lazily said: "Tearing up the name tags in the afternoon is enough, and I even had a fight with Brother Long."

"You fought with Chu Yinlong? If he didn't let you, you would have to lie in the hospital now." Zhu Yao said, pushed down his glasses, and said, "Speaking of which, what's the matter with you and Chu Yinlong?"

"Huh?" Jiang Dao was confused, "What can I do with him?"

Zhu Yao stared at Jiang Dao for a long while without seeing anything.

"It's best to be fine." He said lightly, "Even if you like men, you can't mess around in the circle, especially now..."

"Wait!" Jiang Dao sat up in shock, "What did you say?!"

Zhu Yao frowned: "I said you can't mess around in circles."

"No, in front," Jiang Dao was dumbfounded, "I like men, how do you know?"

Judging from the description in the book, shouldn't this kind of thing be hidden from the agent?

"Didn't you say it yourself?" Zhu Yao was speechless, "When the company was investigating you, you were the quickest to admit it. But it's also good, the public relations side has a record, and if there is any accident, it is convenient to deal with it. .”

Jiang Dao: ...

Original owner, well done.

This belonged to him kicking the cabinet door directly.

As for whether the original owner's sexual orientation will affect him, Jiang Dao is not sure yet.

In the past, he spent half his life on the battlefield and had little chance to meet women of the same age. Occasionally, the body disentangles itself in a dream, but it is hazy and vague, not to mention men and women, and even the species cannot be discerned.

In addition, his only understanding of love is from this novel, and Jiang Dao has always felt that it is not strange for a man to fall in love with a man.

If he really meets a man he likes, he can probably accept it with pleasure.

"In short, you haven't gained a firm foothold in the industry yet, so it's best not to cause scandals at this stage." Zhu Yao's tone was unkind, "If there is any situation, you must tell me so that I can contact the public relations to make preparations."

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence lightly: "If you cause scandals and cause losses to the company, you will also have to bear part of the loss."

Hearing the fine, Jiang Dao immediately became serious: "Don't worry, I won't touch a man within five years."

…

At 7:00 p.m., the director team notified the guests to arrange their makeup and hair styles, and the dinner content began to be filmed on time at 7:30 p.m.

As soon as he stepped into the restaurant of the resort, Jiang Dao saw at a glance that the long table in the center was filled with small palm-sized bowls, filled with soup and water, exuding a tempting aroma.

Only when the cameras and staff were in place, and the voice-over from the director’s team introduced the history and culture of the Zhuhuai Water Seat, did the guests come forward to choose dishes.

Chu Yinlong, as the winner of the brand-tearing war, didn't have to make a choice, and he had a share of every meal on the long table.

As for the others, it was not so easy, they gathered around the long table to pick and choose. Since there are only three servings of each meal, one of them must be Chu Yinlong's, and once the remaining two are picked by the top-ranked guests, the people behind will have no choice.

Yibailu was ranked second to last. Originally, she could only choose the last three dishes, but she happened to take a fancy to two soups that looked good. She pointed at the two small bowls from a distance and looked towards them. A guest acted like a baby: "Leave that for me? Okay? It looks so good, I haven't eaten it..."

At this time, it was Jiang Dao's turn to choose dishes.

He followed Yi Bailu's fingers to look at the long table, and found that the dish was really exquisite, with an attractive color and a strong smell.

Without thinking about it, Jiang Dao reached out and took the small bowl of soup away.

Yi Bailu: ...

Lu Yun was doomed not to be able to taste a single dish. At this time, he was watching from the sidelines and laughed loudly when he saw this: "Xiao Dao is doing well, you are single based on your strength... Hey, are you single?"

Jiang Dao glanced at him, did not answer, and silently took away the dishes on the table that he thought were good, completely ignoring the discussion between Yi Bailu, Zhou Wei and Tang Yao.

Just kidding, when has he flinched from food?

Especially the delicacy in front of me is still limited in quantity, if I let it out, I won't be able to eat it. Anyway, he doesn't care about offending people, of course he chooses what he wants most.

After choosing 12 dishes, Jiang Dao glanced at the long table reluctantly, said goodbye to the three bowls of delicacies he gave up with regretful eyes, and then returned to his table to sit down and eat.

Although there are 12 dishes in this dinner, the portion of each dish is actually not much, and it is served in a palm-sized white porcelain bowl, which is very delicate.

At the long table, before Tang Yao and Zhou Wei finished choosing food, Jiang Dao had already cleaned up three bowls of soup.

The camera responsible for filming the guests eating was taken aback, and quickly reminded Jiang Dao: "Eat slowly, eat slowly... Let me give you some comments, don't be bored!"

Jiang Dao held the bowl and looked up at the camera.

"Uh," he hesitated, and said, "this one is very delicious."

Camera:...

Seeing that the camera was speechless, Jiang Dao thought for a while and added: "It's just that the bowl is a bit small, the meat is a little less, and there are too many bones. It's not satisfying to eat."

Dear, you are a bowl of duck soup.

Duck stand, do you know what a duck stand is?

Do you understand that the essence of duck rack soup lies in the soup, not the meat?

The camera was holding the machine, complaining crazily in his heart.

"Besides, it's all soup and water. It's easy to get full, but it's easy to get hungry after a while." Jiang Dao continued to make up his knife.

Now, even the director couldn't stand listening, and smiled and raised his hand to cover his face.

Lu Yun, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help shouting: "Xiao Dao, what we eat is the water banquet! Zhuhuai water banquet! You're right, the director is about to cry, so can't you give me a compliment?"

Jiang Dao frowned and thought for a moment, showing a positive look: "The taste is still very good, I like it."

After speaking, he picked up a bowl of croquettes and stewed vegetable sprouts, three in a spoonful, swallowed all the **** in the bowl at once, and then poured the soup and vegetable sprouts into his belly.

Lu Yun was silent, and reached out to pat the shoulder of the portrait: "Come on."

The camera is full of helplessness.

At the table next to him, Chu Yinlong gave a low laugh.

After all the guests had chosen their dishes, the camera was finally rescued, and they began to circle around Tang Yao and Yi Bailu, who talked a lot.

Jiang Dao quickly ate up all 12 dishes that belonged to him, and silently memorized the names of each dish, made a list of "plan to try again" in his heart, and put the three dishes that he could not eat in the first place.

Fortunately, this is a world where money can avoid a lot of trouble. And the occupation he is currently engaged in can be regarded as a relatively high-income group, allowing him to enjoy his favorite food in the past five years.

These are things that he dare not even think about in the wasteland of doomsday.

"Xiaodao." Suddenly, Chu Yinlong's slightly lowered voice came from the side.

Jiang Dao looked back and saw Chu Yinlong beckoning to him, pointing to the empty bowl beside his table: "Give me that bowl."

Jiang Dao was confused and frowned in confusion.

Chu Yinlong urged: "Hurry up!"

Although he didn't understand what the other party wanted to do, Jiang Dao considered that he was recording a variety show and there should be no danger, so he obediently picked up the empty bowl on the table and handed it to Chu Yinlong.

Chu Yinlong stretched out his hand, quickly took Jiang Dao's empty bowl, and stuffed an untouched dish from his own table into Jiang Dao's hand.

Jiang Dao: ...

Chu Yinlong explained to him solemnly: "I can't eat anymore, please help me eat."

As he spoke, he pointed to another empty bowl at Jiang Dao's hand: "Continue, come again."

Jiang Dao put on a blank face, and without saying a word, exchanged three empty bowls with Chu Yinlong for three untouched dishes—just the three that he had to give up when he first chose.

Smelling the tempting aroma of the three bowls of dishes in front of him, an inexplicable picture slowly took shape in Jiang Dao's mind:

He seemed to see a cunning hunter set up a trap in front of him, with mouth-watering delicacies hanging in the trap. The hunter stood in the shadow of the tree, admiring the prey that was about to throw himself into the net, and the evil smile on the corner of his mouth became wider and wider...

Jiang Dao turned to look at the hunter, oh no, at Chu Yinlong.

Chu Yinlong raised his eyebrows at him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Eat."

Jiang Dao looked down at the three bowls of dishes he took over, and then at Chu Yinlong. In the end, he picked up the bowl and spoon, and enjoyed the delicious food exuding the tempting aroma.

What hunter? What trap?

Just kidding, this is not a wasteland of the apocalypse full of dangers.