Glenderful's Shit List: Huang Jingyu

If I’d been keeping this blog back in my China era, servers would've gone up in flames from the thirst I was blasting out. Thirteen years—thirteen—and the menu was stacked to hell. Hot Chinese studs everywhere, and trust: I was doing more than the tasting menu. It was like a buffet for depravity, and babe, I took a bite from every damn tray. But that's another story.

Tonight, I’m crowning a Chinese emperor onto Glenderful’s Shit List: Huáng Jǐngyú (黄景瑜). This man’s kept me leaking for way too long. Hydrate me, Jǐngyú—drown me.

Straight outta Dàndōng (丹东), from the ice-hard northeast Dōngběi (东北), Huáng Jǐngyú is the bad boy that makes my pipes burst—tall, unbreakable, packing so much raw-daddy voltage it short-circuits every switch in the house. Before he was flexing for the camera, he was grinding as a model, hefting in a factory, slinging lamb skewers at a barbecue shack. He’s as real as tenderloin, harder than cast iron, and hungry like the heroes he plays. Let me be clear: this man is a feast.

His body? A goddamn misdemeanor. Broad slabs of pec that could crack my tank, shoulders wide enough to bench press all my broken dreams, and a face sharp enough to slice my porcelain—cheekbones high and mean, eyes that hit you cold one second and torch you the next. And when he slips into those uniformed action roles? Call the plumber, because I’m overflowing. As Gù Shùn (顾顺) in Operation Red Sea (红海行动), he’s a sniper popping off precision shots, every muscle flexing like he’s about to demolish my entire plumbing system. In The Blazing Warriors (王牌部队), romping through mud and sweat as Gāo Liáng (高粱), he’s pure dirty passion, buck naked grit—leaves me panting like a busted exhaust fan. Watching him play those fierce Chinese soldiers, soaked and battle-scarred? I’m flushed, baby.

Off-duty, Jǐngyú serves “relatable emperor” with that everyman appetite. He hoses down heavy Dōngběi grub—spicy, meaty, steaming hot platters that fortify a beast like him. Bet his taste is pure corruption, and I’d rim the plate and beg for more.

Dōngběi food isn’t trying to impress anybody—it’s the fucking workhorse of Chinese cuisine. It’s born from cold that cracks pavement and wind that doesn’t quit. This is food with Manchu soul and Korean fire, unapologetically hearty, loaded with fat and flavor because survival used to be on the line. It’s the anti-fine-dining: massive portions, robust flavors that punch you in the mouth harder than a shot of báijiǔ. Think fall-off-the-bone pork knuckle, sour cabbage tangled with thick-cut bacon, iron-pot stews that turn whatever the earth gave you into something profound. It’s communal, soul-warming, the kind of eating that shuts your brain off and makes you grateful to be alive.

And Dàndōng—this border city clinging to the Yalu River, where the air tastes like salt and possibility. The seafood here is fucking unreal. We’re talking hairy crabs so good they’re steamed and served with nothing but ginger and vinegar—the pure, un-fucked-with essence of the sea. Razor clams hit with garlic and chili, blasted with heat until they’re just barely holding on. It’s primal, market-fresh, and deeply sensual.

You can picture Huáng Jǐngyú here, can’t you? Sleeves rolled up, cracking into a crab, sucking the juice from the shell, face shiny with steam and satisfaction. That’s not just a meal—that’s a man fully in his element, connected to a place and a people through the simple, profound act of eating something real. That’s how you pay tribute—by devouring it, with respect and fucking gusto.

From the scandalous pop of Addicted (上瘾) to the brute force of The Thunder (罚罪) and Ice Road (破冰行动), Huáng Jǐngyú keeps picking roles that explode through the screen. He’s leveled up from pretty boy trigger to a hard-bitten acting beast who carries the dreams of modern China like they were a backpack of bricks. Every stare is a dare, every move pure sabotage—and I’m gagging for the wreckage.

Huáng Jǐngyú, welcome to the absolute mania that is Glenderful's Shit List. That raw masc hustle, that appetite, that killer bite? It’s got me dehydrated and scheming to drag you stateside. Come break ground, emperor—slide into my territory, and let me show you how filthy Glenderful’s Shit List can really get!!