Xu Dafu was stunned, he didn't expect Qiao Wan to say this.

"You kid, who will do it without me?" Xu Dafu is not stupid, since He Baoyu was caught stealing things, he also obviously felt that Qiao Wan's attitude towards him was a little different from before, and he became a little cold.

Xu Dafu was afraid that Qiao Wan had seen something, but it was not easy to ask clearly, and his attitude towards Qiao Wan became more and more cautious.

Qiao Wan saw Xu Dafu's weak face, and felt that he was all to blame and did not deserve sympathy.

She can't respect such an unqualified father at all.

"Dad, you can help me do it." Qiao Wan didn't explain anything to Xu Dafu, picked up the apron and tied it, and began to wash her hands.

Qiao Wan's words surprised Xu Dafu even more.

He knew that Qiao Wan could cook, but he had never learned cooking skills, Qiao Qinghe felt tired of being a cook, and he doted on his daughter and granddaughter very much, and did not let them learn cooking.

At this point, what is she going to cook for the guests? Can you take it?

However, Xu Dafu wondered in his heart, but he didn't say it, he wanted to see what Qiao Wan was capable of.

Qiao Wan didn't pay attention to her cheap father, but set her eyes on the big stove in the kitchen.

There are a total of three pots on the big stove, one is covered with a lid, and there is a fire underneath, Qiao Wan opened it, and the fragrance came to her face for a while.

But every good store has its own unique secrets, and Dingxianglou is no exception.

In the big pot in front of Qiao Wan, the old soup stock was slowly simmering on low heat: beef leg bones, pork leg bones, chicken frame bones, and the bones were all broken, and they were stewed in the pot together with the meat.

Dingxianglou is relying on this pot of old broth, the reason why this pot of broth has an "old" word, is also because, from the establishment of Dingxianglou to the present, eighteen or nineteen years, the fire at the bottom of the pot has not been broken, constantly adding water and ingredients, Dingxianglou's dishes are delicious, and it all depends on this pot of old broth.

This is Qiao Qinghe's unique secret, even if he is gone, the current decline of Dingxianglou is not what it looks like, Qiao Churou also insisted that Xu Dafu keep this old pot of soup according to his father's old method.

Qiao Wan took a spoon and scooped it a little, and tasted it.

In her previous life, Qiao Wan was in the catering industry, the food was good or bad, she could taste it at once, the old soup in Dingxianglou, if it was not boiled for more than ten years, it would definitely not have this mellowness, and the taste was quite good.

Before, Qiao Wan was very puzzled, Xu Dafu had studied in front of Qiao Qinghe for more than ten years, no matter how poor his understanding was and how bad his skills were, with the blessing of such a pot of old broth, the taste of the dishes he made should not be any worse.

However, the fact is that he made a thriving Dingxianglou what it is today.

Such a good pot of old broth can be regarded as ruined by him.

Qiao Wan couldn't understand it in the past, but now Qiao Wan feels that Xu Dafu's mind is not pure, maybe from the beginning, he didn't want to run a restaurant well, he just wanted to eat ready-made!

He didn't run the restaurant well, and he took his family of five, ate and lived in Qiao's house for nothing, and ate a good Qiao family into an empty shell!

As soon as she thought of this, Qiao Wan felt her blood surge.

However, now is not the time to be angry, there are still guests waiting outside.

Qiao Wan looked around at the ingredients on the board, decided on the dishes in her heart, and began to direct Xu Dafu to work.

"Mash the tofu, chop the vermicelli of the water hair, slice the cucumber, cut the pork loin into thin slices and soak it in water, in addition, cut the green onions, ginger, garlic slices, ......"

asked Xu Dafu to help prepare the materials, and Qiao Wan was not idle.