They had New Year's Eve dinner in his eldest brother Li Jianguo's house. His sister-in-law Liang Yuemei, Gu Xiaoxia, and Li Junfeng's wife prepared the food.
Li Junfeng's wife, Dong Xiaojuan, had mostly recovered from giving birth. Li Junfeng was holding the baby, who watched Li Qiang, Mingming and Haohao, and the others running around the room with curiosity.
The baby was still tiny and grew sleepy after being fed and held for a little while. There was no need to carry the baby home; they simply laid the baby on Li Qiang's single bed and gently covered the little one with a coat. The room was warm, so there was no worry about the baby catching a chill.
Seeing that the baby had fallen asleep, Li Juan quietly told her younger brothers to stop making noise. The baby was asleep, and waking the little one would be trouble.
At dusk, the women and children sat at one table and the men at another, and dinner began.
Li Qiang was still seated at the children's table this time. Rather dissatisfied, he said:
"Dad, Uncle's place has more room. Why don't we move over there for dinner? Here we have to use separate tables, and there's still not enough room."
Li Qingxia, Li Jianguo, and Li Junfeng, who were already seated, all froze. The women had not expected Li Qiang to ask such a question either. Only Li Long smiled and said:
"Because your dad is the eldest of our generation. Your grandparents are getting old now and can't handle certain things anymore. Your dad is the eldest in this generation, so the rest of us-your second uncle, your aunt, and me-all have to listen to him.
"That's why your second uncle and aunt will come here tomorrow or the day