$RAVE RAVE, I'm leaving. There are no everlasting banquets in the world; this feast has reached its final moments. The delicacies and seafood have long been finished, leaving only leftovers and cold dishes, with chaos everywhere. The smart people have already eaten their fill and quietly left. You, however, are still reluctant to leave, knocking your bowl with chopsticks loudly, dreaming and expecting the next delicious and sumptuous main course. In the end, what awaits is the enormous bill for this feast—someone always has to pay.