Fresh maple sap is clean and clear, light in color, and bears no resemblance to maple syrup when viewed in its raw state.
Sang Zhi had seen the innovations in syrup-making technology while traveling in a maple syrup town in her past life. Under the enthusiastic invitation of a local guide, she had even "played" at boiling the sap herself. Thanks to that experience, she managed to avoid panic now.
She was using a tripod stove, light enough to be held in one’s arms. She set a large iron pot on top and lit the kindling. In the courtyard stood a massive paulownia tree; her great-uncle had said that in summer, its branches were so lush that she could touch the leaves just by pushing open the window.
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