Brother, I'm leaving. All good things must come to an end. This feast has reached its final moment. The delicacies have long been eaten, and only the remnants are left, a scene of chaos. The wise have already filled their bellies and quietly left the table, while you, still oblivious, refuse to exit, clanging your chopsticks against the bowl, fantasizing about 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 for the banquet, and this time it's you.