When the God of Sloth realized this wasn't Chen Ming'er's birthday, he was instantly mortified. He'd thought the task would be easy, but it turned out he'd been made to eat his words.
"Sloth, you're still too unreliable. Let me handle it!"
The God of Gluttony stepped forward and volunteered to take over. A moment later, Chen Ming'er was sitting on the sofa watching TV, though his attention was really focused on Tang San and Zhou Weiqing.
He couldn't help grumbling to himself. How many times have those two taken off, anyway? They're so weak now. How long have they been asleep? Why haven't they woken up yet?
As he grumbled, the God of Gluttony came trotting over with a cake held high and set it down in front of Chen Ming'er. Then he called out:
"Happy birthday, little Lord!"
"Huh? But I remember my birthday isn't today."
The unexpected birthday greeting caught him off guard. The God of Gluttony was prepared, though, and immediately explained:
"Little Lord, I suddenly realized we may never have celebrated your birthday before, so I thought we should make up for it!"
"So that's what this is. That's thoughtful of you, Uncle Gluttony."
Hearing that, he smiled and nodded. Come to think of it, he'd never celebrated his birthday here in the Divine Realm. Di Qiu'er, Bai Xiuxiu, and Lan Mengqin always celebrated with him, so he'd never thought to spend his birthday here.
"Then, little Lord, would you like us to write something on it? Maybe your birth date, or 'Happy Birthday'?"
The God of Gluttony pulled out some chocolate sauce, ready to write the date once the other gave it to him.
The six Original Sin Gods watching from the shadows understood. So this was how they were going to get the