Keep it a secret.

Two halves of the dumpling rolled onto the floor, some meat spilling out, and Waddles was the first to react to such a lost opportunity. It went over to one half and started gobbling it up, happy to have extra food.

This taste was much different from the chicken. Perhaps not quite as good, but acceptable.

Lai Yiteng raised up his blade, cautious. He was entirely focused on the man who stood in the door frame.

Even though a mere dumpling would not kill Waddles, it expressed the intent of the one who threw it. Whoever did so not only had seen the very thing that Lai Yiteng wanted to keep a secret, but clearly had malicious intent.

But why was it that a person carrying around dumplings had a familiar ring to it?

Hm. No matter.