Brother, there is no banquet that doesn't end; this feast has reached its final moment. The delicacies have long been consumed, leaving only cold leftovers and a scene of chaos. The wise have already eaten their fill and quietly left, while you, still oblivious, refuse to exit, clanging your chopsticks against the bowl, fantasizing about the next delicious 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.