Gourmet: Starting with a Street Stall

After his childhood sweetheart, the goddess of his dreams, dumped him, Jiang Hao was left feeling lost about the future. He couldn't understand what was wrong with society these days. Childhood sweethearts apparently couldn't compete with a convertible BMW. Sitting by a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the entire city center, Jiang Hao gazed at the bottle of mineral water in his hand, worth eighty yuan. He swore that one day he'd sell stinky tofu for two hundred yuan a serving. Just after making this grand declaration, he heard:

"Ding!"

"A quest has been issued."

"Sell ten servings of secret-recipe stinky tofu (0/10)."

"Two hundred a serving? Did you mix gold Oreos into that stinky tofu?"