Ah, but of course, it was because he didn't know any better.
Had he known in advance what awaited those who finished their main dishes, then he wouldn't have been stuck eating those noodles just to stretch out his meal.
Mmm! Those oh-so-glorious noodles!
But Shadow Uno couldn't possibly have regrets. After imitating the great chipmunk's method of soaking noodles and watching them unfurl into silky strands of goodness, he was rewarded with flavors so intense he almost remembered his entire childhood.
Their mouths burned, their tongues tingled, and yet every time they quenched it with cold drinks, gasping "AHHH!" in relief after chugging, they still dove right back in for another round. Addictive didn't even begin to describe it.
To begin with, they had already been converted to the religion of rice. It wasn't that the people of the Empire had no concept of rice, but what they knew was a sad, pebble-like version of it.
