"Brother Tai," he said, in a thick, local accent.
An Ning and Zhao Pandi, who understood him perfectly, played dumb and stared at Brother Hu, their expressions blank.
Their clueless looks made Brother Hu swell with pride, and he unconsciously stretched his neck a little.
"It's an English name. I'm only telling you because you girls seem nice. I wouldn't bother with the others."
Brother Hu's method of acting overly familiar worked as intended, earning him what appeared to be Zhao Pandi's tearful gratitude.
"It's nothing, it's nothing." Brother Hu waved his hand dismissively and proceeded to give Zhao Pandi and An Ning two "English" names.
Zhao Pandi was "Apple," and An Ning was "Grape."
Having been unexpectedly given fruit names, the two couldn't help but feel they sounded like aliases for a certain kind of profession.
