Bro, I'm leaving now. This feast has reached its final moments. The delicacies have long been eaten, leaving only the leftovers and a mess. The smart ones have already quietly left after getting their fill, but you, still unaware, are unwilling to leave the table. You keep clanging your bowl with your chopsticks, fantasizing and hoping for the next delicious and lavish main course. In the end, what awaits you is the hefty bill for the feast. Someone always has to pay for the feast, and this time, it's you again who foots the bill.