One Punch, and We'd All Be Flying

The little cake that Su Li and Gao Ming had worked on was an uneven mess of frosting—lumpy, bumpy, and unmistakably amateur. Yet, somehow, its ugliness had a certain charm.

Su Li, however, didn't seem to mind in the least; he was beaming with pride.

Su Bing, on the other hand, couldn't take it anymore. He walked over, determined to rescue the poor cake. With calm precision, he smoothed out the frosting, his movements mirroring the careful techniques Gu Zi had demonstrated earlier. Then, with a steady hand, he piped delicate little flowers onto the surface. Under Su Bing's skilled touch, the disfigured dessert transformed into a stunning floral cake.

Su Li wasted no time claiming credit. Parading the cake around like a trophy, he declared, "You guys are still not done? Look at this floral cake Gao Ming and I made. Isn't it beautiful?"