Chocolate protein cookies

I don't usually buy anything for my girl, but for a moment (only for a moment), I suddenly find out that a child is a child, and sometimes they like things that mess up in the eyes of our grown-ups, and they like things that they choose. The other day, she sold $2.50 for the junk, and told her to buy whatever you want, whatever you want, whatever you want. She listened to me and took me to the mini-mart to buy a Disney's cup worth $2.5. I looked at the formula table, 16 grams of cookies and 9 grams of chocolate sauce, which was not cheap, and she was happy with what she had chosen, and she told me, "Mom, this is delicious, you'll have to save one for Dad, and he'll be home after work. And then I ate and took out the chocolate sauce and left a bald cookie, and I said you'd have one more. This mother will do it too, and when she's done, you'll give it to Daddy. My daughter listened to me and asked me to make them, and today she bought them black chocolate coins, imitating them, but I did make them in a grub。