I Transmigrated to the Jurassic, and a Bunch of Chatterbox Dino Babies Call Me Mom

[No romance pairings] [Raising kids, doted on by everyone] [Light comedy] [Dinosaurs speaking in regional dialects] [Survival through infrastructure-building] Wang Doudou, a doctoral student in paleontology, blacks out after working overtime for three days straight and wakes up as the only human on the Jurassic Continent at the end of the Cretaceous period. Before she can even lament that “work has rotted my brain,” an egg at her feet cracks open. A little Tyrannosaurus raises its enormous head and speaks in a strong Northeastern accent: “Oh my goodness, are you my mom? You’re a real knockout!” Shen Nian: ? Then a second egg cracks, and a baby Triceratops rubs against her leg, speaking in a Sichuan-Chongqing accent: “Mom, give me a cuddle, yeah? How about it?” Then a third... a fourth... Doudou looks at the dinosaur babies racing around after her and completely loses it: I’m a human! How did I become the director of a Jurassic daycare?! Even more absurdly, these dinosaurs can all talk, and each one is more of a drama queen than the last. The eldest Tyrannosaurus (crushing a tree in its jaws): “Anyone who messes with my mom, I’ll make sure they’re dead!” The second-born pterosaur (crashing down from the sky): “What’s this? Mom! I’m tired of flying. I need a kiss before I can take off again!” The third-born Triceratops (flipping an adult Allosaurus): “Mom praised me today. That’s awesome!” Doudou’s daily routine: stop the eldest from eating the neighbors, get the second one down from a tree, break up fights, fix the house, and cook for her forty-ton babies Doudou: I really can’t thank you enough. Whoever wants this job can have it!