The man in @Image1, @Image2, @Image3.

[0s-4s] He glances at the lens briefly and speaks the line: "Okay. We found the craziest food hall in Chongqing," eyes already drifting down to the food, a tray-carrying diner passing behind him.
[4s-9s] He picks up a skewer holding a single small fried scorpion on its tip and studies it up close, turning it slowly, eyes fixed on it, brow furrowed, mouth slightly open. He quietly speaks the line: "That's... a scorpion." Never looking at the camera.
[9s-14s] Still staring at it, he hesitates, jaw working, then eats the whole small scorpion off the tip in one bite with an audible crunch — the stick now completely bare — eyes down the whole time, chin pulling back slightly at the texture.
[14s-19s] He chews slowly, gaze unfocused somewhere past the table, processing, then a small surprised nod to himself. One brief flick of his eyes to the lens and back down.
[19s-24s] He swallows, glances at the bare empty stick in his hand, gives it a tiny wave and speaks the line: "Huh. It's just crunchy," half to himself, dropping it on the tray and reaching for the plastic cup.
[24s-30s] He drinks, eyes wandering across the hall over the rim of the cup, taking the place in, puts it down and picks through the other dishes with his fingers, deciding what's next, frame drifting slightly.
