Speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrives—in a flash of silver, Little Flower's front paw deftly landed on the grill. By this time, the temperature near the grill had also become very high, scalding it as it yowled in pain.
This guy still couldn't bring itself to pull its paw away, shamelessly stretching further to poke at the oven. Mo Yan, seated and unable to prevent it in time, heard a pitiful "ow" as the creature hurriedly withdrew its paw, hopping and jumping about on the ground, clearly burned severely.
"Oww—oww—" I'm scorched to death, scorched to death! Little Flower's pain was so intense that tears were streaming from its eyes.
