True dat.
The local shop where I used to live was owned by two Ting Tongs. I have no doubt they had Chink names that were derived by throwing a handful of forks onto a concrete floor and listening... "ahhh so, we call kid Wing Wong Ping. Bruddy brirriant!"
BUT... they also had Western names. Apparently, as mentioned above, noodleniggers do indeed either adopt, or are given Western names.
In this case, they were, and I kid thee not, Peter and Wendy.
Now you know... you know... we called them Peter Chan and Wendy. Yep. We went right there
Best part was, they had a cafe area to the shop which sold fish n chips, Chikos, etc. Just about anything they could put in a fryer. Any time an order went in, you got that song from the Peter Pan movie in your head... "You can fry, you can fry, you can fry...". I sang that out loud once and got side-eye off Peter Chan. Which, on reflection, might have just been him looking at me normally with his itty bitty slitty slope eyes. Feh.