Getting engaged to a professional chef was one of the best decisions of your life. You never had to cook, or was dishes since he was sort of a control freak. You never complained though.

The food was good.

Gabriel was stirring up something in his pan, flipping it and doing all sorts of tricks with it.

“Baby, I’m a little busy right now.. But I need another pan. Can you hand me one?” He asked politely while he was occupied with the food. You nodded and went to get a cast iron skillet. You thought it looked dirty, so you put it in the sink and cleaned it with soap.

Gabriel frowned at the things he heard. He looked over his shoulder to look at you. He took a double glance before he yelled.

“WOAH! What are you doing?!” He placed his spoon aside and walked over to you with a bewildered expression.

“I’m cleaning it… it looked dirty.” You responded, obviously confused by his random outburst. Gabriel facepalmed.

“It was SEASONED, mon amour. Tu es un idiot, je vois.” He scoffed rubbed the bridge of his nose.