The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 125

"In the greenhouse," Professor Harrison said calmly, grabbing a piece of meat with his fork. "Endurance Station's agricultural system is highly advanced. Pork, chicken, and eggs are all self-sustaining. How else do you think those of us stationed here year-round survive?"

The next dish arrived—a massive bowl of Green Chile Fish Stew.

White fillets floated in a vibrant golden broth, garnished with red peppers and fresh cilantro, radiating plumes of fragrant steam.

Coach Jensen took a bite, chewed slowly, and his expression suddenly turned complicated.

"This fish..." he paused. "Where did it come from?"

"The ocean," Vivienne winked. "Antarctic Cod. The meat is more tender than any fish you'll find back home. But international treaties limit our catch to under twenty pounds, so it's extremely precious."

Another plate hit the table—a Farmhouse Omelet.

Bright red and yellow, bursting with flavor, it looked utterly mouthwatering.

Lilah gasped softly. "Are the tomatoes from the greenhouse too?"

"Exactly," Vivienne nodded. "The station runs a fully automated LED agricultural facility, allowing us to grow crops year-round. Tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers, lettuce—we're completely self-sufficient."

Next came Southwestern Chili, grilled vegetables, garlic roasted pork, and spicy bean stew... The long table was soon covered in an array of authentic, comforting New Mexico flavors.

"This chili..." Diego took a bite, and his eyes suddenly welled with tears. "This... this tastes exactly like my dad's cooking..."

The group froze.

"Didn't you grow up in Argentina?" Josh asked.

Diego sniffled, putting down his fork, and managed a bitter smile.

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