Brother, I'm leaving first. All good things must come to an end; this feast has reached its final moments. The exquisite dishes have long been consumed, and all that remains are cold leftovers and a scene of chaos. The wise have already had their fill and quietly left the table, while you, still oblivious, refuse to depart, clinking your chopsticks against the bowl, dreaming of the next delicious and sumptuous main course. In the end, what awaits you is the hefty bill for this feast. Someone always has to pay, and this time it's you.