All good things must come to an end. This feast has come to its final moments. The delicacies from land and sea have long been eaten, leaving only the leftovers on the table, a mess. Smart people have already eaten their fill and quietly left the table, but you are late to realize it and still don't want to leave. You clink your chopsticks on the bowl, fantasizing about the next delicious main course. In the end, you are greeted with a huge bill. Someone has to pay for this feast, and this time, it's your turn again.