Naruto: Sin of Glutton
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Half an hour later the five of them were standing in a narrow street-food alley near the City God Temple.
Cassius wore a baseball cap pulled low.
Vin had on a fisherman's hat that covered half his face.
Paul went full undercover—sunglasses and a mask like he was about to rob a bank.
Gal and Tyrese kept it simple but still stood out.
Even with the disguises, their foreign features drew a few curious glances. Shanghai locals just looked once, shrugged, and went back to eating. They'd seen everything.
"This is it," Cassius said, pointing down the glowing lane.
Stalls packed both sides. The air was thick with sizzling oil, spices, grilled meat, and a dozen other mouth-watering smells. Plastic tables and chairs spilled into the street. People laughed, clinked glasses, and slurped noodles like there was no tomorrow.
Paul pulled off his sunglasses, eyes wide. "Holy shit. This is living. Beats every overpriced restaurant I've ever been to."
First stop: pan-fried soup buns.
Cassius bought twenty. Four each.
The auntie behind the counter saw the foreigners and made sure to pick the ones with the crispest, golden bottoms.
"Careful—they're hot," Cassius warned. "Bite a small hole first and sip the soup."
Vin took a bite and his eyes popped. "There's soup inside? How the hell do they do that?"
"Trade secret," Cassius said, grinning as he bit into his own. Thin skin, thick juicy bottom, scalding broth. The familiar taste hit him hard. He let out a happy sigh.
Gal ate carefully at first, then surrendered completely. "This is a hundred times better than any dumplings I've had in New York. Those had skins like shoe leather."
Tyrese got burned on the first bite, winced, but refused to spit it out. He juggled the bun in his mouth until he could swallow, face red. "Hot as hell… but damn it's good!"
Next up: barbecue.
Cassius ordered lamb skewers, chicken wings, chives, enoki mushrooms, and grilled eggplant.
"Spicy or not?" the vendor asked.
"Half and half," Cassius said, then explained to the group, "Lamb tastes better with spice."
The skewers arrived still sizzling, glistening with oil.
Paul took one, blew on it, and bit in. "Oh man, these spices…" He closed his eyes. "Hits you right in the bones."
Vin went full spicy and was sweating in seconds, but he couldn't stop. "This heat is different from Mexican. It's fragrant, not just burn."
Tyrese stuck to the mild ones and still got hooked. "American barbecue is just slapping sauce on everything. Here every ingredient has its own perfect seasoning."
Gal wrestled with a skewer of grilled chives. First time eating them. She followed Cassius's lead and bit the whole thing. Her face went from confused to delighted. "It's crunchy! And garlicky!"
Then came the soup dumplings—freshly steamed.
They sat on plastic stools watching the vendor roll dough, stuff the filling, and load the steamer baskets.
Paul was mesmerized. "That's straight-up art."
When the baskets arrived, white steam rolled out.
"These are even hotter," Cassius said. "Bite the top, sip slow."
Vin had learned from the buns. He pierced one, sucked the broth, and groaned. "Insanely fresh. Pork? Crab? Both?"
"Crab-powder xiaolongbao," Cassius explained. "Pork mixed with crab meat and roe."
Gal got the hang of chopsticks fast enough. "I should film this for Instagram. Title it Hollywood Actress Survives Night Market."
Tyrese got burned again but learned quick. "I've never tasted anything like this in the States. No comparison."
Last, Cassius saved the big one: stinky tofu.
If he'd started with that, the Hollywood crew might have run for the hills.
The smell hit them before they even reached the stall.
Tyrese wrinkled his nose. "What the—? Smells like…"
Paul pinched his nose. "You sure this is edible?"
"Smells bad, tastes amazing," Cassius said, already ordering a plate. "Shanghai's version of blue cheese."
The golden-fried cubes arrived with chili sauce and cilantro.
Cassius popped one in and sighed happily.
Vin took a cautious bite, chewed, then his face lit up. "It's actually good. Crispy outside, soft inside, and that sauce is perfect."
Paul and Gal tried it next. Same reaction—shock to delight.
Tyrese flat-out refused. Cassius didn't push and got him fried rice cakes instead—crispy outside, chewy inside, coated in sweet sauce and sesame.
Tyrese lit up. "This is safe… and delicious!"
They were all stuffed.
Cassius found a quieter dessert stall and ordered mung-bean soup, red-bean paste, and sweet rice-wine dumplings.
They sat on plastic chairs, cool night breeze blowing, watching the street-life bustle.
"Real talk," Paul said, sipping his mung-bean soup. "American food is fake as hell. General Tso's chicken, fortune cookies— people don't even eat that shit."
"That's American- food," Cassius explained. "Modified for American tastes. Same way American Mexican food isn't real Mexican."
"But this stuff…" Vin was still thinking about the buns. "Every bite is perfect. The crispy bottom on the soup buns, the thin-but-strong skin on the dumplings, the exact spice balance on the skewers. That's real skill."
Cassius raised an eyebrow. This guy gets it.
Gal nodded. "And it's cheap. We ate all that and it cost what—fifteen bucks a person? In the States that barely buys a burger and fries."
Tyrese, finally relaxed, regretted skipping the stinky tofu. "Did I miss a cultural experience?"
"Next time," Cassius laughed. "Beijing has fermented bean juice. Way more intense."
"What's that?"
"A fermented mung-bean drink. Tastes great!"
"I'm in," Tyrese said, dead serious.
Conversation drifted back to the movie.
"The audience reaction here is stronger than I expected," Vin said. "Not just the action—they connect with the emotion too. Especially your character, Cass. That 'I'll do anything to protect the team' vibe lands hard."
"Because loyalty runs deep in culture," Cassius replied. "Stand by your friends, go all-in for family. It's in our DNA."
Paul nodded thoughtfully. "So that's why the franchise blows up here. It's not just cars and explosions."
"Exactly," Cassius said. "Family means something heavier over here."
The night market started winding down. Vendors packed up, customers drifted away.
The five of them stood, returned the plastic stools, and tossed their trash.
On the walk back, Paul said, "I need to bring my family . Let them try this."
"Your girlfriend and kids?" Cassius asked.
"Yeah. And my mom—she'd lose her mind over the soup dumplings."
"Next time I'll be your tour guide."
"Deal."
They got back to the hotel close to midnight.
In the lobby, Director Justin Lin was chatting with the producer. He sniffed the air. "You guys smell like barbecue!"
"You missed out, man," Paul said. "Those soup buns were insane."
"I'll sneak out myself later," Justin laughed. "Get some rest. Flight to Beijing tomorrow at nine."
They said goodnight.
Back in his room, Cassius peeled off his jacket. The night-market smell still clung to it.
He didn't mind. It felt like home.
The next morning they flew to Beijing.
In the VIP lounge, Cassius scrolled Weibo. Sure enough, last night's photos were everywhere.
A popular street-photography account had posted: "Spotted Cassius taking the Fast & Furious 5 cast to a City God Temple night market! Vin Diesel's face when the soup bun burned him is priceless. [photos]"
The nine-grid post was crystal clear: Vin's shocked expression, Paul holding up a lamb skewer like it was gold, Gal battling the chives, Tyrese dodging the stinky tofu, and Cassius laughing while explaining everything.
The comments exploded.
"Hahahaha Vin's bald head glowing under the night-market lights!"
"Paul is the human version of the 'this is fine' meme but make it delicious!"
"Gal is still elegant even while fighting grilled chives!"
"Tyrese: don't come near me with that smell!"
"Cass-ge is so down-to-earth taking them to real street food!"
"@Cassius please film a vlog next time! We want video!"
"Hollywood stars conquered by night market—10/10 recommend."
The top comment read: "@Cassius you owe us a night-market vlog! Make it happen!"
Cassius smiled and showed Paul. "You guys are internet famous now."
Paul leaned in. "I still look cool, right? What's that 'true fragrance' thing they keep saying?"
"It's a meme for when you say you don't want something but your body betrays you."
"Got it," Paul nodded. "Like me swearing off spicy food until the barbecue smell hits."
Vin joined them. "The fans are really into this. They want to watch us eat?"
"They want to watch you get burned by soup buns," Cassius said, pointing at the photo.
Vin rubbed his bald head. "That was a legendary moment. I thought my tongue was gone."
They boarded the plane.
Cassius posted a quick reply: "Last night's night-market adventure got caught on camera. Thanks for the love. Video… I'll think about it."
Comments hit ten thousand in minutes.
"Thinking about it means yes! We're waiting!"
"Live stream! We'll buy you all the soup buns!"
"Cass-ge check your DMs—our fan club made a full food guide!"
"Beijing has fermented bean juice, fried dough rings, braised pork, and liver stir-fry. Bring them for the challenge!"
The plane landed at Beijing Capital International Airport at 2 p.m.
The second the cabin door opened, the dry northern cold hit them—completely different from Shanghai's damp chill.
Cassius pulled his jacket tighter and followed the group out.
Rob briefed him. "There might be fans at arrivals, but Beijing is stricter about big gatherings, so it shouldn't be as wild as Shanghai."
They stepped into the arrivals hall.
A huge crowd waited behind the barriers—black mass of people holding light sticks and banners.
At the same time, another group had landed on the same flight: a popular mainland boy band, Shining Youth, fresh off a training stint in Korea.
Five members with bright dyed hair, trendy outfits, sunglasses, and masks—full idol mode.
They walked out first, spotted the massive crowd, and their eyes lit up.
The leader turned to his members, said something, and suddenly all five straightened up, flashed professional smiles, and started waving like they were on stage.
Their manager hissed, "Keep it low-key!"
But the young guys were buzzing. First time seeing this many fans at an airport. They waved bigger, even threw out heart gestures.
The crowd stayed completely silent.
No screams. No cameras. No reaction.
The boys slowed down, confused.
Ten meters from the barrier the crowd suddenly erupted:
"CASS—IUS—WELCOME—HOME!"
Five thousand voices in perfect unison shook the entire hall.
The boy band froze mid-step.
Only then did they see the banners: Cassius, Chasing the Light to You, Pride of the People. Every single one had Cassius's face or name. Not a single banner for them.
Their faces turned bright red.
The manager yanked them sideways. "Move! Walk! You're embarrassing yourselves!"
They scurried past like scolded kids, heads down.
One member glanced back and caught sight of Cassius's group—Vin's shiny bald head, Paul's trademark smile, Gal's tall figure, and Cassius in the middle, cap and mask on but impossible to miss.
"Who the hell is that?" the kid whispered.
The manager snapped, "Cassius . Hollywood star, Oscar nominee. You don't read the news? His movie is doing billions worldwide. You think your little debut numbers compare?"
The boys shut up and kept walking, faces burning.
The whole thing was caught on video and blew up online minutes later.
#ShiningYouthAirportFail trended.
"Hahahaha ultimate second-hand embarrassment!"
"They really thought the crowd was for them…"
"Self-awareness is important, kids."
"Cassius's turnout is on another level. Domestic idols can't compete."
Cassius had no idea any of it happened.
He was busy being surrounded by fans. He gave the usual safety talk, thanked everyone, and moved through quickly.
Beijing security had everything locked down perfectly—buses waiting to take fans away in an orderly fashion.
The Beijing premiere was set for 7 p.m. at Sanlitun.
By 4 p.m. the Taikoo Li South Plaza was already packed—eight thousand people minimum. Streets were full. Traffic police had to close roads.
Security had tripled to three hundred guards plus over a hundred volunteers.
Rob stared at the monitor feed and shook his head. "If anything goes wrong…"
"Nothing will," Director Liu said confidently. "Beijing knows how to handle big events. And Cassius's fans are incredibly well-behaved."
He was right. The crowd had formed neat blocks. No pushing. No trash on the ground. Some brought stools. Others passed out hot water and hand warmers.
The temperature hovered near freezing.
The most impressive part was the support materials. Beyond normal banners and light sticks, someone had unfurled a giant horizontal banner that read: Cassius—Showing the World the Power of the People.
In the center of the plaza, Universal had built a massive exhibit. The 1:1 Dodge war-horse model was back, flanked by Cassius's life-size cutout. A huge digital screen rolled Fast & Furious 5 trailers and behind-the-scenes clips.
At 6 p.m. the main cast motorcade arrived.
Security suggested skipping the red carpet because of the size of the crowd, but Cassius insisted on saying hello.
He stepped onto a small temporary stage and picked up the mic.
"Can you see me?" he asked.
"YES!" Eight thousand voices roared like a wave.
"Can you hear me?"
"YES!"
Cassius smiled. "Good. Thank you for waiting out here in the cold for so long!"
He paused. "I honestly don't know what to say except thank you."
"We're not cold!"
"It's worth it!"
The fans shouted back.
"I know a lot of you traveled from other provinces—Northeast, Sichuan, Guangdong…"
"Thank you. Promise me—after the premiere, go back to your hotels and rest. Stay safe, okay?"
"Okay!"
Cassius looked at the fans holding cameras and phones. "I know you want pictures of me, but take some of the people standing next to you too!"
"Everyone here waited together, cheered together. Tomorrow you'll all go your separate ways, but tonight you're here for the same movie and the same person. That's fate!"
"Remember this moment. Remember the people beside you."
Many fans actually turned and started taking photos of each other. The atmosphere grew even warmer.
They realized they all shared something real.
Loving the same actor felt like the best kind of connection.
Cassius stepped down, heart full, and headed inside for the premiere.
The night in Beijing was just getting started.