[No CP + cub-raising story + strong woman + healing + imaginary ancient times]
Jiang Xiaoman, a doctor from the Department of Paleontology, traveled through time, not as a princess, but not as a general.
Instead, he fell naked into a fern jungle in the Jurassic, with a nest of hatching eggs in front of him.
The egg cracked.
A little Tyrannosaurus looked up at her, and the first thing he said when he opened his mouth was:
"Where's Gaha? Mom!"
——Pure Northeastern accent.
Jiang Xiaoman:? ? ?
Then the second egg cracked, and the little triceratops poked its head out:
"Oh my god, it's so cold outside, it's hard!"
——This is... Cantonese?
On the third egg, the little pterosaur spreads its wings:
"Mom, I'm hungry~"
——Wu Nong's soft words.
The fourth egg, the little stegosaurus rolled out slowly:
"Mom, old man... I want to eat..."
——Sichuan dialect?
Jiang Xiaoman fell into deep thought as he looked at the nest of dinosaur cubs that were waiting for food and spoke dialects from all over the world.
Since then, the style of Jurassic painting has changed dramatically——
The baby Tyrannosaurus rex patrols the mountain every day: "Who dares to bully my mother? If you go up there, you will be a big mouth!"
The cub of Triceratops is responsible for clearing land: "Mom, I helped you plow this land and start planting."
The pterosaur cub conducts aerial reconnaissance every day: "Mom, there is a river ahead, so good~"
The Stegosaurus cub was only concerned with logistics: "Old man, if I carried it back for you, it would be very comfortable."
Jiang Xiaoman just wants to build infrastructure to survive, but he picks up more and more dinosaur cubs, and their dialects become more and more complex. Each one is more clingy than the last, and each one is more protective than the last.
