Brother, I'm leaving first. This feast has come to the end. The delicacies have been eaten long ago, leaving only the leftovers and the mess. The smart people have eaten their fill and quietly left the table, but you are still reluctant to leave, clinking your bowl with chopsticks, looking forward to the next delicious and sumptuous main course. In the end, you are greeted with a huge bill for this feast. Someone has to pay for the feast, and this time it's you again